In a sprint of decade she finds it strange,
How grey hues paint her eyes red.
How the cold breeze enters her grid,
As the petrichor lulls her to sleep.
People say rain brings peace,
To someone who finds comforts in mists.
That rain can make you go home,
But what’s home in a place where you feel alone?
It is on how the wind rocks the grass,
The sky that lacks of birds in flocks.
Frogs delighted in the rubble,
A once hard soil turned supple.
Once the rhythmic tempos were laid,
As her eyes were close to darkness,
A petrifying sound jolts her awake,
She flinched, body awakened.
Her eyes shifts everywhere, then closed,
Her hands grips her ears, it echoes.
"Muffle it out, please, I'm begging,
Don't wake up a bad dream again."
A dream? a nightmare rather,
Of piercing voices that bellows her youth.
She dig down her deepest wounds,
Full of sharp words that made her mute.
Stripped of the rights to say,
She clenched her teeth, decayed.
She still tastes the bitter truth,
Thus, she questioned God, her root.
"Can you hear my long lived plea?
To silence everything around me,
To make me hear only the darkness,
To make me feel a warm embrace."
Thunders, the sky roared and she's scared again,
"Are the Gods being mean?"
Maybe annoyed of her groans,
Her crying face and repetitions.
Again, she begged to God,
"Please bring my voice back!
Heed the call of a girl in the dark,
Put me safely in Noah's ark."
And there in the middle of a field,
A light and a silhouette appeared.
Won't shiver as the grass feels colder than ever,
Her, known as a girl who's afraid of thunders.
