Rain streaks down the window
The wind blows undistorted from its creation
A sad small human sits behind that glass
Alone in the dark.

This house used to be filled with noise.
Enough love that the windows would glow.
Then, the rain would soothe the house
Now the rain tries to drag
This place back to that day.

That time that cannot be changed
The rain still remembers
How it poured down the face of the boy
Who let the world tangle him up
And loop his belt around his neck.

Now the poor house is left behind
With nothing but the ghost of the person inside
No laughter left to fill the halls
No one to admire the beautiful rain.