Epiphany | Amy Loveless

Rain falls and wooshes against my window.
I watch the tiny water snakes slither
Winding and curling where'er the wind hurls,
Bending and dodging, just fighting to go
Where no other rain-snake has gone before.
So what if they bump and join with their friends?
They couldn't care less, so long as they please.
Those others that go wherever they will,
Find sooner than most their journey's uphill.
Why do they journey where others may not?

On their untraveled path of lonesome tears
They seem (some) more jovial than their peers.
All join together at the window's edge,
Whirling and curling at their newfound sight