The wind batters my window like some crazed howling banshee. Her icy fingers caressing my skin through open cracks I cannot see.
Raindrops cover the glass like tears upon love’s heartbroken face. Endlessly flowing all merging into one, blurring my vision to the darkness beyond.
And outside is indeed dark, the moon obscured by blackened clouds that weep so heavily. I close the curtains to the darkness outside.