It Rains On the Outside

Cold endless silent tears Rolling down the window pane And I’m on the other side Protected and isolated Locked in and it’s locked out I can see the tears and pain But I can’t hear it I hear nothing but a dreadful silence I sometimes do miss the sounds of the rain The feel of rain, of life AP: 2nd place 2020 Submitted on September 23, 2018 for contest LATE SEPTEMBER 2018 PREMIERE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND Originally posted on February 6, 2018