Her view out the window
was obscured by raindrops
Unaided by the sunlight
hidden by gray clouds

At once both centered and not
she wondered
What lay ahead
this young gray morning

The hope of a warming
fading memory of yesterday
Rained in each drop
slammed gently against the pane

The slight sway of the boughs
bare for a season
Confirmed the wind's chill
outside the room's warmth