Tomorrow & The Rain
I woke up by the sound of the rains. I should be happy about it. I am not ungrateful. I should be thankful but then it hit me.
When the rains come, the power goes. They never mix, they are like hateful cousins. It's darkness over here.
The ground is shaking about to give in. The more the rains, the more the floor weakens.
I'm on this bed thinking.
Thinking of my tomorrow.
Hoping for tomorrow.
When will you come?
I'm sitting on a bench in my thoughts.
Waiting for tomorrow to come save me. Hoping tomorrow will save me. Tomorrow , when will you come to take me away.
But tomorrow never came. The rains came, it fell, it poured. The roofs are leaking. The buckets are full and running over. It is getting flooded in here. I crys are unheard. The rains have absorbed it all.
No tears in the rain.
The creaking sounds scares me. Helpless in this shelter. Ever wished the rains away like I did. Ever wished for another today to come faster.
The rains should stay away. Go someplace where you're more needed. I hope you listen. Next time I may not hold out for much longer.
My hope is tomorrow. Take me away to tomorrow. To a place where I can smile again when it rains.