The Rain

The sickening black clouds form,

despair filling the air.

Rain is pouring,

drenching the commuters.

I sit in the firelight by the window,

cozy, clean, warm.

I watch the people,

poor, hungry, and tired.

And as I sit I realize,

I am worse off.

For they can escape, dry off,

be with people who love them.

I can never dry off, never escape,

from my lonely heart.