The Rain’s Call

The soft sound of rain coos at her window

Gently calling her with its peaceful lure

The rain's steady thrum envelops the girl

In warmth and tranquility, comforting her mournful soul

She leaves the windowsill and follows the song

Unable to resist the siren's call

She steps into the storm's embrace as the winds begin to howl

The rain falls harder, softening her rigid world

She tilts her face upwards as the rain pelts the ground

The water runs down her body, cleansing all that she held

She laughs as her tears mingle with the falling rain

Her soaked body trembles

She is free