The Weeping Window

Maybe if it hadn’t been raining,
I wouldn’t have got out of bed.
to push a knife
Deep into green rivers,
making them turn red.
I think, if I’d seen the sun
Instead of puffs of hopeless grey.  
I might have made
My last breath come to life
A different day.

But the wind just kept on whistling,
Taunting me away from sleep.
And the sound of water
Haunting me
As it made my windows weep.

I didn’t feel cold anymore,
But then my blood ran away
From my brain
And red drops reminded me
With irony
Of how I said
I hated the rain.