Sitting by the window, with my face pressed to the window pane
I watch as the skies cry, and I rejoice in their pain
I watch the raindrops slither, reaching the bottom of the glass
I open one window, and slowly reach out
To catch a few raindrops, in my palm
The chilly air is wafting through the open window
The lightning strikes, it’s very sudden
I pull my hand inside, in fear
I wrap a blanket around me, to ward off the chills
I see a girl from my window
Silhouetted in the street lights, dancing in the rain
With her hands outstretched
I can’t see her face, but I imagine she’s happy
She reminds me of my mother, always happy, always smiling
I wonder what she’s doing now
I look up at the skies, maybe it’s her crying
I catch a few more raindrops in my hand
“Don’t cry, mommy”, I whisper
“My hands are not big enough to catch all your tears”
Do you think she can hear me?

-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore