CLICKING ON MY WINDOW by Lucia Rodes
In my house with a fire
I'm watching the rain
it makes clicking sounds
on my window pane
and they follow a rhythm
I feel an impulse,
I stand up
I walk towards the door
I step outside
the raindrops slide down my face
I hear the thunder close
I watch the lightning as it approaches
It's watching me
The mud goes through my fingers
and the fresh air
through my nose
The crackling fire is waiting
for me inside,
but I stay out here,
because that's where I belong.