Drip... drip... drip I never knew how hurtful yet satisfying that sound could be. Liquid running down freely. Clouds letting go, letting every thing that they held go. Looking up, I wish I could be like that letting go so...freely Without leaving a bit out, drifting away after what was needed to done finished. But I am still here looking up though my own clouded eyes but still can't let go like a cloud. Sitting here at my window listening to the droplets hit my windowpane