Inside

This was the start of rain going down
in the surface made of skin.
There was not enough silence
to perceive any echo.
Neither to stop her from thinking,
that life wasn't meant to be this way.
Answers never were 
waiting in the other side of the door.
Questions always stood
their ground in her head.
Even though the water wasn't much
a storm was happening.
Where no one would hear.

Author's Note

I don't like doing descriptions, you're supposed to read it and find the sense on your own whether it is what I meant or not.

Reviews

[Rahul]

It's a Rain time here too, you memorized my stormy days. Thanks for writing such a nice piece. lovely piece you've written. carry on :)

[Simon Welsh]

Love it. It is rather cryptic; kudos.

[Sam A]

it seems like tears that are leaking out from a lake of emotion, there is a dam holding most of it back, or perhaps a canal and a lock? I suck at this, but the writing is nice.