As the rain poured down,
I looked out the window.
Pitter patter of the raindrops trying to lure me out.
How I wish I could step out in the rain.
A flash of lightning lit up my room.
Shadows on the wall seem to be dancing.
I am struck by a fear I can’t explain.
I like the rain, I like the thunder.
I like the cool breeze that ruffles my hair.
But I can’t go out, no matter what.
I could hear the wind call my name.
I can only look through the bars, hands outstretched.
The grass never looked greener.
The sky so clouded, like a frowning face.
From beneath those clouds, the sun was shining.
The trees were singing a different song altogether.
I grip the bars in a futile attempt to resist the urge to step outside.
It looked like everything I wanted was just outside my window.
Just out of reach, for I am but a prisoner here.