The rain tapping on my window
Was like a nightmare
---Recurring in my head every night.
And though I was hot,
Sweating, even,
My heart was cold;
Shivers chilled my spine.
The rain drops haunted me
--Once a puddle,
Now millions of separate drops.
Scattering around
Floating through the air.
With no one to catch them,
They fell,
Down and down.
Splattering the Earth
With their blood-stained paint
---Painting a picture of pain.
The Earth was their canvas,
Their past—the motive
And I was their inspiration,
Yes!
I was their inspiration
To create
Over and again
-Forever.-