And So It Rains

Laying awake,
Listening to the macabre melody
Of the storm.
Cleansing the world
Of a day now past.
Holy water to the landscape,
Steaming away
The collected impurities.
To a new mornings dew,
A delicate coating to protect
From what's to come,
When the sun awakens
The creatures of day.
Realization dawns.
That is not the beginning of the new.
However,
That time is more subtle.
Sometimes felt by those
Those awake long enough
To seldom glimpse,
The phantom portal.
The time,
When worlds stop turning.
Yet, the second hand keeps
Ticking...
Much the same,
As the rhythmic rain.
That is where
I hide myself.
Eternally bound,
Unable to remain.
And so it rains.