Oh

Rain trickles on the roof and you can hear each drop. It is hot insides, the build up of way to many cold days and closed windows. Its stuff, hard to breath, panting like you have a stuffy nose and you ran to fast. The rain comes down harder, any plans to leave faded with the weather. You let you hands run over the carpet, feeling the bristles under your hand. You clench your fist shut and pull, handful of carpet pieces and a smile on your face. The rain is sooting and drowning out the sound of your thoughts, you close your eyes and imagine the feel of the cold drops against your flustered hot skin. The thought causes you to shiver, and bite your lip to fit the string of tears. Legs quaking and you find a piece of the carpet you haven't pulled at yet. Hands searching, mind blank and breathing heavy. Closer. Yes, it seem as if you are closer to the edge and when you go to peer over you fall. Wind blowing and adrenalin pumping, you close you eyes and just feel. Then oh, you are brought back to firm ground and you go back to listening to the rain fade. You stare at your ceiling waiting for another rainy day.