No, I did not fall asleep to the yelling of my parents,
or to the aching of my half-living heart,
or to the sound of his soothing voice,
I fell asleep to the rain.
the sound of it pounding against  my little window.
with each violent crash, the drops split and
journeyed down the glass, going their separate ways.
Oh, how I wanted to be one of those drops.