Raindrops make patterns,
competing down the window pane.
The sound calming my nerves,
I feel unable to look away.

I feel your presence immediately,
my breath stops all at once.
I see your reflection in the window,
been waiting for this moment for months.

I know this encounter,
will not end well.
How painful it will be,
who can tell?
I turn around,
breathing out,
What I then see,
makes me shout,

No!

Horror, apparent,
I now go silent.
Death inevitable,
You, the Devil.