summer rain.

the summer rain is calling my name. 
i hear it.
like a lost plane in the middle of the night sky. 
often muffled by the screaming sounds of sadness. 
we're all trapped in a box by what's expected. 
open your eyes and never expect anything.
only life knows what it's going to bring.
raindrops hit the window sill. 
time freezes and I become still. 
still waking up, still dreaming. 
still wishing for better days.
battered winds still come. 
now i'm free. 


- this is a short poem that i wrote a few months ago that i found in my journal today and decided to share.