The rain drops trickle down the window I watch from
When a clap of lightning flashes before my eyes
I watch their lips count to five
Before they stop and look around,
But I do not know what they are looking for
I only consider walking out to feel the cool water
Fall over me
And through my hair,
I want to breathe in every inch of smell that I can,
But lightning strikes again
And again, I watch their lips
This time they count to two
And I fail to understand.
