Reflections with The Rain

I see reflections 

of myself

…distorted, 

shimmering in those 

drops of rain 

clinging 

to my pane

You see duplicates 

of yourself

…almost… 

swimming in these 

haunted eyes 

clinging 

to the pain

I see reflections 

of distant 

stormy skies 

etched upon these 

drops of rain 

shimmering 

newborn Suns 

Who will let go 

first? 

You or me? 

To fall upon 

a brand-new seed?