The rain gently taps the window –
A visitor anxious about announcing her arrival.
A deep breath escapes my lungs as my head drops to the pillow,
My emotions, my thoughts, my mind all begin to spiral.
The past is past and that is all that is definite.
The future has itself too many strings,
And all I want to do is quickly unravel it.
My heart beats faster, faster as the wind chime outside swings.
The storm is growing steadily stronger
Creating a mysterious midnight magic in the sky.
No discovery will be made tonight, and I can’t worry any longer.
I must trust that during the night storm nothing with go awry.
Whatever will be will be, and life will continue on.
Happiness will find a way into my future as sure as night turns into dawn.