Rain

Rain is a beautiful thing,

Don’t get me wrong.

In fact,

It’s raining now,

And has been all night long.

The rain gets louder as it pours down,

Drowning out the smallest sounds.

So as you sit there listening,

You can’t hear it as I move your things.

I can eat your food,

And try on your clothes.

With the sound of the rain,

You might never know.

As the rain comes down,

It drowns out my sound,

And if it continues,

I might come down.

I can watch you as you read this now

But, do you really know which you I’m talking about?

I could be you Morgan, Carly, Simon, or Sam,

Or it could be you James, Ivy, Grace, or Pam,

Or it could be anyone really.

I’m not picky.

Any one of my victims can be healthy or sickly.

Is it raining now?

I might be there!

Do you hear the rain and not the bumping on the stairs?

I’m getting closer now,

Coming right on in.

Are you prepared for when I’m around,

Or are you ready to listen to your final sound?

Maybe it would be the melody of your own screams,

Or the rising and falling dynamic of your life’s final cutscene.

But no matter what call out to humanity you might make,

You will always be drowned out by the sound of the pouring rain.