rain pounds on the glass
its eyes screaming a silent plea
trying to get in
out of the mist and the fog
out of the Siberian cold
out of the numbing chills
out of the prison they might be stuck in
i open the window
the wind howls in my face
thanking me for my kindness
in that speck of time
i let them in
giving the droplets a home
into the coziness of the heater
the warmth a billowing blanket provides
and the soft growling of the car
lures me into a peacefull lullaby