The Rain

The rain softly hits the roof
So calm and peaceful
Yet when it picks up
It is unpleasant and blearing

Terrifying the girl inside me
All through the night

Although it is absurd

I'm hoping the moon turned on
In this dark room
I sense the air is wheezing
For it's company

Instead
The least thing I need
To fill this room
Came

The sound of love songs.

So i know
That this endless
Crap
Ended

And left me spent
Frost-bound
In a room where all symmetry
Begin to drown

In this bleak nightly course
I yearn to hold the fragile form of me
In utopian silence

At least before the rain
Begin to pour again
At dawn.