As it hits the window, I stop and stare My mind drifts away from my present body Thoughts arise that I could not bear to think of consciously because it leave me bare I only think this way when I watch it hit my window I shouldn’t stare but I can’t help myself It only comes to me as the wind blows Gloomy days and dark nights as if it speaks to n one else “I’m here,” it says, ”remember me” I’m lost in my mind of thought that shouldn’t be This happens to me often and it drives me insane I cans never escape it, here every time it rains
