Work Text:
dark roads beckon in the night,
no longer lit by streetlamps.
the world is still,
but for how long?
birdsong does not fill the air,
the sun has long dipped beneath the horizon,
the crickets are barely audible
over the static in her mind.
static of which she cannot seem to rid herself.
it follows her, day and night, morning and evening, rain or shine
tonight, there is rain.
the sound of droplets splashing in the puddles
slowly melts in with the static.
the static does not leave,
but her mind is now filled
with a strange sense of serenity.
rain is no longer a storm,
threatening to break with each passing day.
the drizzle has become a sign
of hope