She woke without the intention of rain.
She goes to wait for him. Patiently.
But the feeling isn’t right.
She sat in the colorless fields and waited.
A pale bird passed, and sang an un-sung melody.
She questioned the tiny creature, “Have you seen my sunshine?”
The tiny bird sputtered out, “You must abandon this place, for there will be a flood.”
Without understanding, she walks. Leaving her footprints in the earth.
The thunder roared at her with his laugh.
She asks for the sunshine.
Thunder did not reply.
The sun beams! Oh it beams!
But oh so weakly.
“Sunshine!” She calls out.
“Sunshine!” she echoes.
“Sunshine, Oh Sunshine. Where do you stand?” she sobbed.
In reply he says, “I must pass on little one. But do not worry,
for you will see me again.”
“Don’t go! Don’t settle for this. Please, please.” Her plea was un-audible.
The wind stole her mind, leaving it empty.
The thunder took her heart, pounding it as hard as possible.
The laughing struck that vile feeling.
And as for the rain,
Oh the rain falls and drowns the world.
For she doesn’t dream again as it falls down her face.