The rain keeps on pounding against your bedroom window.

There a storm, but I guess you wouldn’t know that, it was your favorite type of weather, you loved to watch as the rain fell and lightning struck.

I miss your presence, storms just remind me of you, the way your hands were always cold at the touch and how you came home cloths damped and hair wet.

I call out for you, but all I get is silence. Sometimes I think your still here but reality hits and I realize your gone, and your never coming back.