The Roaring Rain

The only thing I can see through the window is thick rain drops piercing down on my conscious.
I stay in the middle of my bed curled up and trying to shield myself from the unknown.
I feel like it is never going to shine and never going to stop raining.
The night seems restless and everlasting.
A loud Roar of wind comes crashing down on my window.
I feel that it’s trying to get inside and take me away.
Why can’t this night end soon?!
I’m utterly alone in confining myself to this prison called home.
I’m in solitude that has despair written all around it.
There’s no where else to turn.
Desperate for this night to be over.
I’m daring the sun to come out,
But it doesn’t.
My ears catch every rain drop that falls, while my eyes are blinded shut by darkness.
I stay curled in my fragile state, wishing for this dreadful night to end.
There’s no peaked window that is not surrounded by the pitch black darkness of the night.
There’s no opening of light to which my skin feels warmth.
There’s no crystal clear view, only the solitary confinement which I’m in.
I have nothing else to do but sit and wait.
Quietly crunched in my bed, waiting for darkness to fade into the sunlight.
I will wait!
Trying to contain my thoughts in silence.
I must simply wait…..In hopes that I will not fade within the darkness.