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