The hands on the clock go
Tick tock
Tick
tock
Ti
ck
To
ck
And the rain hits the window
Pitter patter
Pitter
patter
Pit
ter
Pat
ter
Her world slows down
and her breath grows short
Her fingernails making moons on her skin
Knees to her chest
and the rain won't stop
She sighs and her shaking knees meet her chin
Raindrops trail down the window pane
and tears trail down her face
As the memories begin rushing to the back of her mind,
vivid and painful and clear
The waters rushing to meet the rooftops
All the people being swept away
Her cries carried off by the wind and the water
Just a little girl drowning in fear
Her eyes widen at the thunderclaps
so she shuts them tight
and she bites her tongue to swallow a scream
Her teeth clench harder from the lightning
her blood starts to flow
the pain reminds her this isn't a dream
But then she opens her eyes
she looks into the storm
and she stands up slowly
Her mind has been made
She runs out into her balcony
and the raindrops hit her shoulders
but now she's dancing in the puddles
It's in her eyes, in her laughter
Pitter patter,
Pitter
Patter
Now the lightning's her spotlight
lighting up a little girl finally unafraid.
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