• My heart continues to rain, patiently waiting for a rainbow.
    Can’t you hear its steady, yearning tapping?
    Rhythmic like a drum, never ending, never stopping.
    Never giving in, going on and forever forward.
    The rain streaks down the window of my heart,
    leaving traces that will never wash away.
    You may scrub them day in and day out,
    but the streaks of my heart will scar your window.