Rivulets of Rain

Rivulets of rain

trace the windowpane. Some say tears
from heaven. I think not.
Tears are for the living.
And the ocean a backdrop has traveled eons, 
yet frolics still, a new borne on this shore.

And frogs rasp to their lovers
And sea grass dances in the wind music
And sand lays down its border
And sun paints the waves
And pelicans slide airborne

And I breathe.