The cold feet swept the floor.
As if they were sweeping up tears.
My heart gave a loud boom.
As if I couldn't breathe.
That tone was familiar.
Like the beautiful shining stars.
I looked out at the stars.
Noticing they were shining on the tiled floor.
As I sat there, I heard a sound that was so familiar.
It was the rain, dropping down like a million tears.
It was so astonishing and beautiful, that I could hardly breathe.
With the raindrops making a big boom.
As i sat and listened to the boom,
I noticed that even with the rain, the sky still looked beautiful, just like the stars.
It was still very hard to breathe.
I stepped out on the cold, hard floor.
I heard the rain hit the windows, as if they were to tear.
But it all sounded great, just like the stars, familiar.
Why did this all seem so familiar?
The rain never made this loud of a boom.
The rains gained momentum, as the rain looked like swollen tears.
And almost out of sight, were the stars.
I started to jolt across the floor.
It was getting harder and harder to breathe.
Why was it so hard to breathe?
Why was everything so familiar?
My feet were still hitting the floor.
But the rain roared and my feet made a huge thud and then a boom.
But oh how beautiful the stars.
The rain made its tears, as I made mine.
They rolled down my face, the tears.
But now, I was able to breathe.
I couldn't see the stars.
But they were still oh so familiar.
The rain stopped the big boom.
And in the sky, there were no more tears.
