its so awfully quiet, until it isn\'t anymore
little drops hit the roof, making music of their own
a solemn song they sing, as I gasp for breath on the floor
raw pain and anger I feel, a light flashes from outside
it seems like the agony I feel is reflected when booming thunder sounds
instead of my cries filling the silence there is pitter-pattering
pulling myself off the floor, I stumble toward the door
falling onto the wet concrete, my face no longer the only soaked part of me
at last I\'m not alone, for the rain is with me