Just another poem...

Kind of a different format, i guess, given that there is a rhyme scheme. It doesn't really resolve or tell any sort of story, it's just kind of a collection of thoughts from different periods of time that have been scribbled in notebooks and the like, some how, ended up here

There's something about rain on window panes,
those angel's tears that never seem to dry.
And shattered glass that's fallen to the floor
screams with godless grace at at the hands of time.
There's something about snow 'neath starry skies
that's like diamonds come and diamonds gone by day
and the rose that's wilting on the counter top
sings with gone-by beauty's ever dreamless voice.