I woke to tapping panes,
tears would gather on my sill.
The sun miles away in the east,
clearly shadowed, chilling showers.
I wandered deep inside clouds
searching for my light of day.
The winds outside would change,
carrying fears I might disdain.
Seems funny when we feel rain,
wet skin not yet allowing spring.
I laid my head upon my pillow,
wishing she might hear my song.