Rain

The rain here
like most everything 
comes from north
and my window 
faces that way
some face west
too but north 
is from where 
all things come 
including the rain 
which now tap
dances on glass 
little pitter patters
tiny interruptions asking 
me for attention 
maybe to talk 
maybe to introduce 
nature to me 
I always turn 
around see nothing 
nature it appears 
disappears teasing like 
a child playing 
hide and seek