Moonlight seeps into the room through the tiny cracks of dusty blinds.
It illuminates everything.
Touching the books on the shelf,
Caressing the plush carpet,
And landing ever so delicately on the girl knelt at the foot of her bed.
Her eyes are held shut,
Tears leak down the sides of her face,
Fogging her glasses.
Her arms are folded,
And her head is bowed.
She breathes in and out with the sound of the fan waving overhead.
Her heart beats to the crack of the house settling beneath her knees.
The cars drive by her house unknowingly,
The lights dash across the walls.
It doesn't distract her.
The buzz of her night light hums a mesmerizing tune,
She smiles through the tears.
The faint talk of another muffled through the walls,
She stays kneeling.
The tears don't stop streaming as the heavens open to her.
She raises her face to the ceiling,
Eyes still shut.
She waits for a sign.
Outside a storm is brewing,
The rain begins to pour.
The thunder is lowly roaring,
Lightly tapping at her door.
Yet, nothing moves her.
She stays in place,
Still praying with tears upon her face.
Bows her head once more,
And still held shut her eyes.
Some say she recites the Lord's Prayer.
Or perhaps a Psalm.
But maybe she just kneels, patiently waiting, staying calm.
"God, are you there?"