Rain

Pluck. Pluck. Pluck.
The same sound I always hear every time desolation befalls.

Rain for me symbolizes warning for an upcoming loss. Ever since I was a child I experience great downfalls with the company of rain. Before the time my parents broke up, the sky cried. An hour before my first heartache from a handsome jock, the sky cried. The day before the heavens took my mom and left me with my aunt, the sky cried. These are only a teaspoon of a bowl of times the rain poured before my fall.

Now, I'm sitting on my bedroom window pane. Extending my arm outward feeling water drops from the sky. I wonder what havoc this rain brings...