When I look out my window,
I cannot see the houses behind mine,
I cannot see the tree in my backyard,
the smell of fresh rain wafts into my room,
the loud crashes of thunder make my bed shake,

The rain is so loud,
I can hear nothing else,
but the hard,solid drop on my window,
the rain feels refreshing on my skin,

On days like this,
I am happy to be alive,
on days like this I look out into the world,
and for once feel happy to be apart of it,
on days like this,
I can breath,
on days like this I wish to be with you,

The streets look like rivers,
fast moving cars,
create small scale waves,
which crash upon the sidewalk,
people rush by,
with umbrellas,newspapers,
anything to perhaps keep them a little dryer.

I look to the sky,
it is grey, yet it is still bright,
the lightning illuminates my face,
how I wish it would yours.

The leaves flutter and dance,
under the heavy rain fall,
they shine like glass in the light,
drops hang off wires,
for each one that falls,
two more replace it,
they remind me of tear drops,
each time one falls,
more follow,

They say,
no one can tell,
when you cry in the rain,
perhaps that's why,
I feel safer in the rain,
it helps to shield your emotions,
it helps to hide your fears,
perhaps that's why the rain.
reminds me so much or you,
it protects me,
keeps me safe,
hides my tears,
makes me breath,
perhaps that's why,
when it rains, all i see,
are traces of you...

Morgan.E.Doowrah
©2008