Early Morning Waiting for the Rain

The thunder strucked just outside my window on a 2am morning. It's a shout of warning for the rain that will fall in a few moment. The tricycle outside made a run against the rumbling of the sky, afraid from the falling clouds.

I was silently waiting for the rain and the thunder and the lightning.
It will soon take my lonely masked face to the dreamland.

The rain for the tears, the thunder for the mumble, and the dark sky for my mood.