The rain falls quietly outside

and it dawns on me

that the way I looked at it deviated

It was a symbol of things changing for

the worse for me

a loved one was here and well

watching the water coming down

with me

The next morning

he was struggling to be alive

I wasn't fond of it before too

But grew even more bitter towards it

Now I rest my head against the wood

open up a new book

have tea

and appreciate the sound of rain I

hear

I lay down

and the rain creates an aura of

comfort that helps me sleep

things do change

and if they don't

The way you look at them does

if what you once liked

was ruined by pain you didn't ever

wanna feel

it can come back to you

just keep an ear out for the vibration

you might be surprised to find music

in its place

~E