Rain taps against my window. Echos in my ear like fingertips tapping gently against the glass to get in- not loud enough to break through, but loud enough to let me know it’s here for the taking. I think about how things cannot protect me the way in which my parents once could- how I long for that comfort like a drug I used to consume. Naivety is softer than the rain coaxing me to sleep. I lift the curtains to see it in raw form. Sticking gently to the glass panel- trying not to fall until the pressure builds from the wind. It’s forced to let go and crash into the pooling water below. It does this over and over and over again, until Mother Nature is done crying. Colorless skies sink into my mind and carry me back to bed. Turning my insides out because comfort is so far away. Start over- I tell myself. Start over again. Start over with the rain. -AMT©️