Raindrops—transparent notes—
eaves arrange the keyboard
I stand un-umbrelled
letting wetness score the hush
Puddles archive neon galaxies
my reflection re-learns honesty
Each ripple edits vanity
leaving the simple face
People hurry;shadows sprint
I tilt myself toward brightness
not to resist the weather
but to side with it
The storm ends like a soft latch
On the threshold I see it:
to practice light
is to practice heart