Staring out the window The sensation of the rain, Watching the puddle form on the ledge, she weeps. Her quiet sobs for the injustice of it all, for being kept in the dark. Her cry is of her pain. The confusion of what to feel now. She fears what she is, and what she is not Who she is, and who she's meant to be. Curling up with her only childhood friend, her sense of coming disaster. She turns on that msuic again to tune out all she knows. She hears the percusive beat strengthening the blows.