Rain

worry causes sadness in an important relationship

Rain

My window, steamy inside
streams outside with
cold rain lifted
from translucent gray
mid-spring northern snow.

I wipe a clean circle.
Still, I cannot see
what I want to see--
you
ride your bicycle into my yard
set the kick-stand
take off your helmet
hang it on the handlebars
and stride up the walk--
you, ring the bell
smiling through the storm-door glass.

Today I see only rain
twist and race,
disperse filtered light into disarray
while you look out your window at
wind-drawn snowmelt 
pouring through this dreary day;
look and wait.