The Rain

The Rain

The rain beats against my window pane, in rhythm with my heart
It is a constant reminder that I am alone, unaware my tears flow,
Quietly at first, then uncontrolled, I allow my true feelings to show,
It’s the pitter patter of the laughter, which we shared at the start.
How do I control the angst of the rapid beatings that’s tearing at me?
When strangers extend arms to an unknown void, cause they relate
To an image, in a time and place, for the fantasy with words that I create
What I hear in the rain, is the rhythm of life, these words are my sanity.

Shay