I can not see anything with the rain clouding up my window. Vague figures are moving out there so slow. I am waiting for you to come home. I know from town to town you have roamed.
The sound of the rain thunders, irritating my ears. Will you ever make it home to me? I fear the storm is hampering you on your way. I hope the wind would drive it away.
Hours pass me by and still you are not in sight. I start to feel so cold inside. As the rain is falling harder and unmercifully. And then, slowly but surely i begin to see it perfectly.
I am running in a swirl of time. I feel so cold and empty.
I find myself standing in the rain against the storm. Cold and stiff like an old aging tomb. Right before me i see you through the window... You are looking out with such a longing on your face, far away i hear a row.
I am right here.... Can you not see me.... I shout out loud as i walk closer to your window.
Open the door... Let me in...
You keep staring at the storm... I know you can not see or hear me... I see tears running down your face... As you close the window and hide yourself out of my sight....