The Rain

At night she walks, all alone in the rain. The trees shake with fury and the wind howls. But she hears nothing, nothing but the rain. Her hair is soaked and it sticks to her head. A flash lights up the sky and through the curtain of water It looks like her lips are moving as if she’s trying to talk; But it’s probably just the rain. She continues along, stumbling now, the muddy path Bites at her ankles and tears at her dress. It winds back and forth. Her body is pelted with drops that stain her soft skin. Through the curtain of water is seems that tears stream down her face And perhaps something is wrong; But it’s probably just the rain. The sky darkens and the water from the ground rises up. But the little girl walks, all alone in the night. Her little dress is torn and her hair hangs limp. Inside a warm house a wife turns to her husband. Did someone just scream? He shakes his head no, T’was just the rain.