There is a wistful feeling that curls like smoke from the rain clouds
As feet splash in puddles reflecting the sky

The sound of rain beating it's fists against the glass
As the rain washes away the dirt
Making everything new

There is a feeling of kindred spirits as I stare up at the sky
And see the moon ebbing alongside the stars
A feeling of homesick illness washes over me

There is a feeling of deep despair as I walk in the night
Silence is heavy, resting on my shoulders
I am always waiting

For that feeling