Rain

rain doesn't make everything new.

 It's times like these, when the thunder shakes my house and the lightning seems close enough to grab, that I wish I had someone who loved me. Someone I could call because even though I know it's just thunder sometimes it feels as though the roof might come crashing down on top of me.  I would tell him of how scared I am, how I know my fear is irrational but still my body shudders each time a loud crash comes from above. And even though I would protest greatly because of the conditions outside he would come to my house to be by my side to comfort me. Strong arms around me would serve as a reminder that the house will not come down but if it did his protective caress would still keep me safe. But another round of thunder begins and I am reminded that I have no one to call.