the  rain
is  nearly  done
with  its  lazy
invitations
still  tapping
at  the  window,
when  all  at  once
i  am  outside
catching  droplets
slow  and  different
like  the  seconds
of  a  clock  unraveled
just  as  they
had  fallen
when  i  was
just  a  boy
when  the  rest
of  the  world
was  left
to  keep  track