Rising with the rain
Faeries and sprites dancing between the drops
I awake
Awake to the knowledge that what’s done
Cannot be undone
What can happen
And what cannot happen
Silent epiphanies with every raindrop that splatters
Onto my little face
Back of my neck
Hands and arms
Outside the window of opportunity
Awake with a jolt
I will never be put back to sleep
As Queene Maeve beckons with a vicious smile
And I climb out of the window

~Elizabeth H