The rain always reminds me of you.
Its soft patter
against the window
leaves a trail down
the glass that stands
in stark relief against
the dust and grime
accumulated over time.
Its path, not quite straight,
meanders steadily on
the course and
arrives gently
on the ledge.
another cup of coffee 
Very thoughtful poem. I also have my own sentiments whenever the rain falls. Hope to read more of your work. 🙂