night surrounds
I fall alone
the sound of myself
chills to the bone
a bleeding
upon the panes
as from above
I become
rain

I spill
drops of indigo
as I descend
on forlorn pillow
I puddle in sleep
for myself pray
as from above
I become
rain

my downpour soft
in hold of dusk
a quiet weeping
for all i've lost
not of tempest
I fall in restraint
as from above
I become
rain     -Kalynn Campbell