THE RAIN

Rain drops on my window sill

drip, drop, drip, drop and

the sound is so deafening to my ears

weakening my knees and

the fear of what is yet to come

My heart is pounding

as the end reaches its final roar.

The rain is not fading like I thought,

but regaining its strength,

getting ready

to demolish the skies.

The fog is thick,

smoky,

cold and

unwanted,

as the terror waits in the abyss of the night.