Sitting by the tiny blue window
Starring blank to the infinite gray,
I am feeling the rain,
The princess to the angelic clouds.
Losing her darling doll,
Mourning sad, soaking earth with her downpour.
Howling thunders tearing apart,
Whistling gusts, tossing turning,
sending shivers to the hearts.
I am unturned like an ancient stone,
helpless, mute and piteously soaked.
Its bleeding inside in sync with her.