Description from my window

Echoing footsteps,
Along the drenched wooden planks
Travel mere inches to inside the wall

Dripping rain,
Harmonizes with my clicking keys
And the whispery scrape of pages.

Dum - Dum - Dum - Dum

The underlying pattern
Stays the same as they
Form, fall, splat, and soak into the ground.

Hearing the cycle
I cannot see their doom
from inside the window.

Clinging haphazardly
The older and larger surrender to gravity
As the young hold desperately to the screen.

Pounding the snow,
The brave, or the foolish,
Crush the snow into slush and then, mere mud.

Crying for the sun,
The mimosa plant shutters in captivity
A witness to the battle waging outside the glass.

As the storm intensifies,
And the light turns off,
The darkness has won.