It’s good to be
on the warmer side
of a rainy window.
To watch it rain on others
but not on you.
To float in the dry silence
of your own room
To have nothing to do
Nowhere to go
To think of love and death
as things that will happen to you
on some other day.
Hear the music the rain plays
on the window pane
It’s playing for you.
It’s good to be
on the warmer side
of a rainy window
waiting patiently for the sunlight
to bring love back to you
on the winding alleys of the park
in a small café
in a rented flat
or in Death’s waiting room.
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boy with a hat 
Great piece and an even greater closing line.
In death’s waiting room? I shiver.