We are driving home, it’s late, 

I stare out the window at the endless rain.

If I had to describe the mood of the past week it would be 

grim. Or isolated,

because sitting here even though I’m surrounded by family

I feel a void between us.

It’s as if the downpour of heavy rain has separated me from everyone.

It has hidden everything I love.

I dread waking up tomorrow knowing I will be met with more rain.

We are speeding down the highway, yet I feel nothing.

I’m so zoned out that I don’t even realize the radio has lost signal.

Until the static is blaring in my ears, ringing and ringing.

And I’m left in screeching nonsense.

It fills my mind, reaching louder and louder.

I go to bed that night and the sound is still there,

I’m just the only one who hears it. 

My dreams are no longer sweet.

I wake up restless.

And instead of comforting, the rain just pushes me further

I yearn for something else, not this desolate existence.