I feel there must be trouble
I find it hard to sleep
The wind blows
The rain falls
As heaven cries and weeps
Millions of raindrops dance on the street
Like tiny marionettes
Under the shine of the street lamps
That illuminates the wet
Trees bend, leaves take flight
As they swirl in the furious wind
A shutter's loose and slaps the house
Again and again
Thunder rolls across the sky
It fades into the distance
Lightning lights up the night
But only for an instant
As the rain beats on the roof
In such a natural rhythm
The thunder crashes
The lightning strikes
But I am dry within my prison
I know there must be trouble
Is the trouble just for me?
Will the daylight bring me freedom?
Does the sunshine hold the key?

03/29/2003