Drip, drip, drip;

Goes the rain on the glass,

As it pours down from the heavens.

Drip, drip, drip;

Goes the tears running down my face,

Into rivers of despair.

I can see the surface growing farther away,

I am slowly drowning.

And yet I remain in my bed,

Still breathing,

The downpour outside beating against my windows.

But if I close my eyes,

I can sense the dark vastness of the ocean,

It’s current always trying to pull me under.

The deafening screaming of the harsh winds,

Pulling & scratching at my ears.

Yet when I open my eyes once more;

I am in my bed,

The rain still pitter-patter on my windows.