Behind This Window Sill

As I sit upon this stool and look outside.

All I see are raindrops clinging onto the window for extra support

All I see is darkness taunting me to not dare walk outside.

All I see are the times that I’ve cried the most come back

All of them coming back and overwhelming me.

I love the rain. It makes me feel as if everything that

has been bad

Has passed through my mind, and they aren’t going to come

And haunt me ever again.

As the rain drops, I just see my reflection in the window.

I see myself and then myself happy again.

I no longer see the sad memories that have passed by.

I sometimes don’t notice how the rain falls so lightly

All I think about is the thunder that shudders the window

That sends those frightening chills up and down my back

Somehow I don’t know how rain can make me feel happier

But it just does…whenever…

I’m behind this window sill.

Linh Đặng