Barbara GPatte

Patterns

Barbara Green, 2021

On one dreary day when I was feeling quite low A patternless rain pattered hard on my window I was used to the sound as it was quite constant taking solace in the flowers that would blossom

But later when I escaped from my mind prison It was shocking to see the water had risen Perhaps, I noted the water was revolting, A takeover of sorts, towards nature’s great king

Who could be King Nature, I started to question listing the elements that my mind could reckon maybe the bright sun was in charge of all nature but it’s short time in the sky means control wavers

then it hit me like the rain hitting my window time was the leader that kept up the status quo Maybe rain was trying to escape time’s control I was excited for what the next days could hold

Time a devilish and silent despot indeed but it keeps order which is a definite need Time is the source of reason and understanding This water revolt then is a sharp, pointed sting

When sitting there and listening for a long while A something hit me yet again and I supposed that I was just overthinking things... who knows And after I could feel my mood lower again

As I tried to find a pattern in the pattering rain