I'm waiting for sunrise,
my eyes glued to the horizon.
Sometimes the skies lighten
and I fill with hope.
And then the night descends again.

I'm waiting for the rain to stop,
my eyes closed against the thunder
sometimes the drops slow, fat and heavy,
and I think to come out
but then the skies growl once more.

I am unhappy
huddled and alone.
I am waiting for the "un" to fade
so I can just be free
But sometimes I'm afraid it never will.