The Window...

Raindrop falls,
Verdant splayed upon nightshade Leaf,
Slowly pooling across the veins,
To form anew at the tip.

Dropping further,
Crimson ripples in rusted Cup,
Bursting through with downward stroke,
To seep into the rich Earth.

Apprehend now.

The rain falls still.
Leaf and Cup remain.
The Earth turns still.
Silent. Swift. The Change.