A soft tap against windows
Amidst misty lights I find
Myself beginning to unwind

I see the reflection of faraway
Orange lights in the teardrops
Of the sky

I see ghastly clouds form
Pouring their heart out over barren souls
And pass me by

I see no lightning
Hear no thunder
Only my thoughts

And the soft patter
Against the windows
Water by Wind brought

I hear the trees sway
Rhythmically
And bend to Wind's will

And in the morning when I wake
I find no peace
But the windows are still