Rain

It is pouring outside my window. I wish the crystal from the windows would keep the cold outside. Every time to time a thunder will come and let me know the storm is yet to come. Some days I wish it would come already. The rain falls and it helps me sleep. It brings and takes dreams and hopes. Sometimes it brings more than it takes. Today it doesn’t feel that way. Within the sound of the rain, I hear a secret. Which will it be tonight? Am to try and hide? What am I to do this night? Am I to go outside? Dear Rain, tell me what to do next. I am already shivering by the thought of being soaked in you, almost as if I already was. For better or worse, tonight, there’s no going back.