Contrast

Chasing rain drops
with my eyes
I am lost in the storm
outside my window.
The soothing majestic march
that lulls me into a state
of euphoria by contrast
teaches I could be out there
and it wouldn’t be so bad.
I touch the cold glass and feel
its hidden warmth ripple inside me.
Years have shown that the sea
needs to be filled.
All is by design
and I am content in the world
beyond imagination.