I lie in bed— watching rain pour from my window.
The sky weeping the tears I can no longer cry.
How beautiful—this quiet storm meant for me.
The city lights glow like distant stars,
but I’ve never needed sunshine to feel alive.
No, I bloom in the mist like a flower.
I dream of a place far from here—
a quiet cottage, maybe
where the fireplace is always lit,
& sweet love lives in the walls.
Blankets, books, & someone to hold.
The light showers tapping the roof like a lullaby
written just for me.
The sound of tires skimming puddles
is my nighttime symphony.
It lulls me into my deepest fantasies—
where my family is together,
where love stays,
where no one leaves.
The tears from the sky makes me remember who I am.
It makes me hope.
Makes me feel.
It’s raining for me tonight.
