Breathe.

As the lights dim,
And the rain starts,
I sit here on this roof.
Waiting.

I don't know why,
or for what.
But it will come.

The water soaks through my hair,
and through my clothes.
I'm soaked to the bone,
Shivering.

But I do not move.
I do not breathe.
For it will break the blissful stillness and silence
That only a storm can bring.

The night is darkest just before the dawn.
That darkness is my peace.
To this day I sit and wait.

I don't know why,
or for what.
But it will come.

Someday.