Looking for the moonlight,
the night was a moonless one.
Searching for the stars,
it was an cloudy hour.
Wishing for the rain,
but they won't come.

The night was blackened,
or there was nothing to see.
My own tears,
they thereatened to engulf me.

Then came the rain,
so awaited.
I watched it's beauty,
as I drowned.

© Aurora Bridston