Yesterday I saw rain on the car window
from the inside with my hands
pressed against the glass.
touchless rain
slipping into the car
filling a chipped,
ceramic vase
spilling a peaceful breath
against the floor.
the sky is prettier in puddles
and in songs
because sometimes lyrics are
a prison
and also my only escape
from the empty,
unmotivated & quiet
thought,
of a parched kiss to the rain
through the car window
Joh-Jung Writes 