The wild thoughts

My thoughts run wild, as the tiny raindrops motion across the windowpane. 

The watery dews limit the visibility through the windowpane, just the way uncertainty holds us back from attaining the life of our dreams. 

The watery dews welcome the influx of lustrous sunbeams as they dangle on the surface of the windowpane. 

We too weave the strands of creativity through the cascade of thoughts, when we are devoid of the pleasures we thought we'd ever achieve.