Rain..

The rain has now reduced to a mere drizzle. My nose touches the cold glass window pane. Idle fingers break the trail of raindrops tracing an unsteady path down it. I draw patterns in the dust collected on the glass: circles, triangles, stars - and faces...
A red ant scurries along the window sill. Rainwater sits pretty on broad leaves of the frangipani. A sunbird flies into the shelter of a pink Cassia.
The steam-iron is now hot and clicks a warning. I turn back inside, trying to smoothen out disarrayed thoughts.