Frames of Time

Hours spent watching the seasons unfold,

raindrops tracing paths, stories retold.

A thunderstorm rumbles, and I’m pulled from my chair,

to see memories dance in the cool, stormy air.

Fogged glass captures the world in its haze,

shapes shift like moments I can’t help but praise.

In every drop falling, there’s life that I see,

a reminder of time, both endless and free.