I watch the rain.
I watch it from the inside
side
of the bedroom window
with the lower half of the window pane
fogging up briefly with each
exhalation
Rain hitting surfaces —
bouncing, leaping, rippling, exploding, dropping,
dripping, drooping
And rain pelting the head and back and wings
of the colorful bird standing militantly on a
branch
given me a steady side-eye while
suffering or enjoying
the torrent,
shaking off moisture intermittently,
but never resetting
or shelter-seeking,
just locking its sight on me,
through my window,
with just her left eye.
The sass...!