I Belong to the Night

Looking out the window, I see raindrops sticking to the glass, like glistening jewels. The night is consumed by a downpour that soaks everything in sight. A stream of water passes along the curve down into the dip of the pavement that welcomes the family cars back home every day. Seeing all of this before me, I feel like my soul is being cleansed, just like the earth is.

The day is over. Everyone is at home in bed. I'm where I'm supposed to be.