Early Rain

It’s two thirty in the morning, She wakes up for no reason. Hears the waters flowing in the drain pipe, The beginning of the wet season. She crawls to the end of her bed, Slowly bending the blinds to peek through. Ominous clouds blanket the sky, Fog so thick she can’t see the sidewalk. A blinding light illuminates the air, A sudden crack of thunder jolts her from her spot. She feels the rage within the storm, As it radiates all about. Her cat rubs against her chin begging her to cuddle, Urging her to return to the blessed peace of sleep. She’s truly shaken to the core, As the thunder drums into the night. The rain continues pouring, Droplets cascading down the window. She presses her hand against the cool glass, The beat of the storm begins to fill her. She no longer senses rage in the roaring screams of thunder, Instead a deep sadness overwhelms her. Slowly she withdraws her trembling hand and moves it to her face, Wipes away the silent tears that somehow managed to escape. She looks down at her windowsill at the tiny pools, Gazing upon the crystal waters of which a single drop could spill. Her cat begins to cry and stalks about her bedroom floor, Pleading for attention the girl continues to ignore. Three AM quickly passes turning into nearly four, The girl sits cross-legged at the edge of her bed, And the storm continues on. She melds with the dancing waters, Her heart beat belongs to the thunder, Her breath becomes the wind. Her soul rides upon the lighting, And yet her spirit begins to dim. Emotions of depression spark deep within her mind, Despite the feeling of completeness she has finally found, She still finds an emptiness inside. She sighs and finally climbs back under the covers, Snuggling in their warmth. The tears still stream down her face, A reminder that it was she who caused the storm.Yea...I tend to um...effect the weather with my moods...*can't help it, sigh* Written February 20th, 2002 © on Feb 19 2002 03:20 PM PST, Allison Nolen   18 • 0 • 10