Your soul is a towering building  that is made of glass.  Thousands of tiny windows,  and a bright light beaming…

Looking out the window.  With my face pressed up  against the cold, hard glass  Wondering why the sky  fades to…

I am rain.  Unpredictable  and indestructible.  Like you, rain.  I am rough,  when needed be.  When the light  Shines through, …