Indefinite Impression

Woke up this morning looked out my window pane, gray clouds coming bringing on that old falling rain - highly indicitive are drops made of dust, the punctuality of all things working out the way they must - a rabbit under the bush lays sleeping, as birds gather to trees weeping - some glad, some sad - not a one can still what must come, the seasons shall roll on until time itself is done - and I a mere mortal alone, can only decipher so much of the great unknown - while these vaporous indefinite impressions, go right on recklessly teaching life's most resolute lessons -