I sit perched on the window seat
Looking out at the weathered clouds overhead
The streets barren of life
I sit perched on the window seat

Dew begins to from on the window seal
And the mist condensates on the window
In front of my warm breath
Blurring my sight
I sit perched on the window seat

The rain pounds on the glass
Shaking in a deafening tremble
Lightning flashes in the distance
And a roar of thunder follows
Scaring anything away that might have been bold enough
To stand and endure the storm
I sit perched on the window seat

But, as all storms must
This too shall pass
And light will return
To this dark empty street
Illuminated by sun and rainbow

So this too must pass
But, for now

I sit perched on the window seat
Looking over the barren street.