I stare at you through this tiny window
Your words trickling into my world
A sprinkling across my dry fields
That used to drown under your ocean depths
I call through these curtains
And wait for your response
My breath synced to the gentle
Fluttering of your blackout curtains
My heart always pounds
When i sit here
Just outside your window
Wondering if you heard me
Wondering when you'll answer
If you'll answer
And it begins again
That soft rain of your response
Scattered, tiny droplets
I drink of them eagerly
With the abandon
Only a desert would know
My fingers itch
They need
They want
To wander
Across these ridges
Play in the valleys
Draw forth a torrential rain
Make you notice the rising waters
But I hold back
Afraid
Worried that you would just
Close this window
To ward off these thundering thoughts
Muffle my rumbling response
Isn't it easier that way?
Wasn't it easier to move?
Get away from this weather
Wouldn't it be easy to close this window?
To turn the rhythmic clicking of my words
Into the dull patter of rain fall
Something to fall asleep to
Some lazy Sunday morning.