~Rain and the sound of being-

~Rain and the sound of being loved~ I hear the tap tap of the droplets on my window, listening to the unusual sound, not unusual in the sense it's not normal, I know it is, it just feels so foreign to me. I listen closer as a few more raindrops hit the glass and I sit with that feeling of aching uneasiness. What if the rain stops? What if the storm moves away? I repeat to myself that it will leave eventually, over and over until... I hear it. Silence. I'm alone again just as I knew I'd be. I sit feeling self pity, ignoring the reason for the silence.. The reason I'm alone... Me.