A wet pane

Pictures of life are so blurry looking through the lens of a wet pane Wind fills it with all its fury heavy; driving me today a cold rain It howls with a strength; if only I could use the screen as a harnessing strain But instead, I run from it just as a minnow swims towards a seine It's tailwinds inflicted untold fear as they razed the central plane There's life in this sky, elixir; as the Tulips push out of the soil this week, they can not restrain Sunshine will fall again just as water always finds a way to drain Such guilt seeing all the colors of the world unfold, it hurts so badly that it was expensed by others' pain