Mango Showers

I look outside the window,

Lying across the bed - sprawled out. 

The rain hitting against the glass

A symphony hidden in its patterns

With the chaos, it also brings peace. 

The fan is turned up to its highest

It turns on and on and on, 

Chasing its own tail -

There is neither a beginning nor any end.

The wind blows outside

Making the trees dance to its music,

Join, into its melancholy

Caressing whatever crosses its path,

Lifting their spirits high, the wind beneath their wings. 

The windows are closed shut,

Lest they give 'way to the fury of the rain,

and the huffs and puffs that blow.

But I can smell the outside,

Smell the thunderstorm.

And I feel suffocated,

trapped within 4 walls...

The grey skies snore, 

As they fall into a deep slumber

So loud that I can almost feel a quiver,

Running all through me

Inside my veins,

Pulling me into the outside.

But I can't-

I'm stuck inside,

Inside the four walls that they told me was home.

It's safe inside, and warm. 

But not too warm - 

Under the covers, it's just right.