The soft sound of puttering rain draws me to the window.
I look outside; the world is dark, like one big scary
shadow.
I open it a little to let the cool wind blow on my flushed
face.
A shudder goes down my spine and makes my heart race.
I close my eyes and imagine you, besides me, here.
How could I have been so blind, not read the signs clear?
When I smell the fresh smell of the wet earth, I open my
eyes
The rain had ceases to drop; I see the sun beginning to
rise
My room and my soul are bathed with bright light  
As a tear drops on to my cheek and I know everything will
be all right.