The rain drips and drips and dances down my window.
I keep your pillow tucked under my chest.
100 miles away I can hear you cry.
The wind must've carried it.
I can't help but be repentant not because I made you cry.
but because i'm not outside your house:
soaked.
yelling.
hopeful.
and in love.
tonight I count the thunder-claps, the sheep have gone home.