Glimpses

The afternoon sun shines through the desk's water bottle, Uncertain if the clinging droplets are inside or out. A mug, cleverly hidden by the curtain, appears to maintain yesterday's tranquility.

The top of the frosted glass remains blue, It's almost 5 PM. I thought I heard rain while in bed, But it might have been a dream. Or, would I see raindrops if I opened the window?

The vague air dissolves boundaries, The cawing of crows is distinctly heard.