Precipitate

All silent, breath and dark,
Slumber overtaking rouséd mind
And, of a sudden,
Tapdancing on my windowpane
Rhythmic stumbling of rainwater
I’d dance too if I were they –
Awake and wet and precipitate.
No kamikaze sleet am I,
But splashing runnels of translucent night.
And so, to the drumming of their drenched feet,
Mind enters REM state for awaited, unawakened dreams.