Rain
By Canon
The light cast beneath the power of the moon, streaming through the window of my darkened bedroom. the rain tapping against the glass from which the moon shines, droplets streaming down illuminated from the moon in the window of mine. the coldness from the air from behind the glass is taking away my heat. every so often a car passes by and i can see the smooth rain covering the street. As i sit and watch, i begin to feel the chills, i can barely see the lightning begining to strike over the hills. the thunder rattles my window from which i watch nature take its course i look up at the sky, which is the rains source. there isnt a cloud in the sky, the moon hasnt lost its shine, the water covering the window is tears, those tears are mine. the lightning is my thoughts, the thunder is my pain, the only thing that can symbolize my hurt, is the rain. Written October 30th, 2001 © on Oct 30 2001 09:00 AM PST, Joshua 0 • 1
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