I stare out the window,
Looking out at the rain.
It reminds me of sadness,
Of sorrow and pain.

I don't see the rain,
But instead it's my tears.
The grey clouds that gather,
Are my feelings and fears.

As days have gone past,
The darkness has grown.
The thunder is building,
My anger is shown.

I'm mad that you left me,
I'm mad you don't care.
I'm angry you took
All that I had to share.

But you threw it aside,
It was worthless, ignored.
Just an unwanted gift,
And all you were, was bored.

I wish I could hate you,
At least for a time.
All this anger is tiring,
But at least it is mine!

Great crashes of thunder,
Of anger and pain.
I keep it all hidden,
My own private shame.