Precipitation

Under the shelter of my roof,
the rain drips steadily, 
drip, drop, 
drip, drop
gravity pulling precipitation 
from the heavy clouds 
to the 
thirsty ground below.
drip, drop, 
drip, drop
Silent eyes peer through
the mesh screen 
of my door,
watching the weather
stationary 
in the sky.
drip, drop,
drip, drop
And the humidity
hangs in the air,
dense, warm, and comforting,
like a thick blanket on a
brisk, midwinter night.
drip, drop
A puddle of new rain
pools on the
concrete steps
under my sheltering roof.
drip. drop
The eyes gaze into 
the newly formed puddle,
searching the depths
for an answer.
drip!
The rain drizzles to a stop,
leaving behind only
a foggy haze.
Mama!
she calls,
Will this one be our home?