Syncopated rain
beats out messages in code
while I, uncomprehending, listen,
face pressed to the window
feeling the self-inflicted cold.
The rain now streams its
protest down the pane,
liquid icicles of insinuation.
Dyslexic fingers
trace the words down the glass
as the mind searches hopelessly
for meaning in watery hieroglyphics.
Easing now,
the tattooed message again
beats on my window brain