Writing In the Rain

Sitting on a branch of a white sapote tree Shivering, crying and alone Away from home, on the highest branch that can hold me Hiding......no more beatings mommy Scared, it's pitch black and sounds of insects rule the night Hiding......I've become the teen that runs away With any chance, searching for that ray Scared, I don't want to die, I want to see more days I want to be heard, can anyone hear me The rain falls hard, hitting hard my bare back with every drop, my scars become more scarce The rain I love, it cleanses my tears The rain is my friend, atleast am not so alone The drench and the cold night are better than the place i call home Sounds of the rain soothe my lonely heart Sounds in the dark protect me from the pain Sounds of my cries assure me that am okay The songs I write in the rain, are my tickets to be away Sponsor Pendleton Arkwright Contest Name Rain and Dark, Isolated Places