Finally
For four days it rained
poured and pounded on the roof
and forced me to sleep
with thoughts unsettled and
mind uncleared
I awoke to rumbles of thunder
twines of grey fog tickling the grass
dew clinging desperately to everything
evoking dread and discomfort
I sighed
Heavy steps guided me
to the front window, shielded with dark curtains
All time stops as I push them to the side
and there you are
a solemn figure.
Soaked to the brim
rain trails down your face
You knock on the door-
twice-
no words
Flinging the door open,
time starts again
and there are smiles
because you are home again
finally.
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