Pluie Passagère

I cant explain my gratitude
for the cold drops that are falling
violently slanted and angry
colliding with my ordinary windowsill
to ricochet like bullets
and strike my hot skin
piercing me with their spontaneity
and just as suddenly
growing leukwarm and unnoticable
leaving but a damp line upon my flesh
as if to remind me
that this too shall pass