r a i n d r o p s

As I fell asleep I heard raindrops
vigorously pounding my window
drowning out my last conscious thoughts--
perfect-formed raindrops
shattered instantly
as they hit the glass.

Dreams are like raindrops
they begin as perfect mind-images
but then a storm finds them
and tears them to pieces....

Restlessly I slept that night
trying not to think about those raindrops
and my dreams
as they are shattered, one by one,
and disappear.

©1996 Erin D. Conroy. All rights reserved.
A version of this poem appeared in Pen & Ink Magazine (1996).

Notes: Written one morning after a thunderstorm (I HATE thunderstorms) and a fight my parents had. Raindrops are alot like dreams ...

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