• It rained today,
    A soft, sweet melody to end all others,
    His grimface pressed against the window pane,
    His eyes following yearningly
    The figure as she hopped among the puddles.
    He grasps at the figure,
    But he is blocked, limited by his world,
    The dark, dank confines of a room
    That seeks to hold on to him,
    To drag him down.

    It bloomed today,
    A rarity as it was,
    A bright dew-dotted messenger,
    That grew into his room through a crack,
    And always seemed to stare outside with him,
    Its constant companionship a quiet,
    Yet solid reminder of a silent ally,
    That sought nothing more
    Than to smile inwardly at him,
    To be a light in the dark.

    She came that day,
    An artist's work brought to life,
    Trudging along that cloudy day.
    The rain made her even more real,
    She did not fade,
    Crossing the path aong to his window
    And removed the hat that blocked her eyes,
    A stunning evening-sky blue.
    Her hand reached out and almost touched his,
    Covering it, seperated only by the glass.