Sometimes...

It's funny how, sometimes,
the sound of rustling leaves
scurrying outside my window
sounds almost like rain
but soft and hollow, echoing
in a different manner. Yet,
sometimes, the rain pelts gently
so soft you can hardly hear it
and you stop and wonder,
"is it raining or is it blowing?"
and the only way to know,
one way or the other-wind or rain,
is to go outside and see.