The Rain Shift

(mmmmm) The pressure drops against the glass Scent of petrichor and soaked wild

grass My knuckles press against the sill

While everything inside goes still

A sudden shivering through my spine Forgetting where I draw the line

Lightning fractures through the gray

And washes all the words away

Something restless starts to claw

The sky turns heavy,

the clouds go black

And something ancient is calling me back

The windowpane shivers, the storm is alive

And I'm locked inside a house at twenty-five

(oh, calling me back)

I smooth my clothes and check the time

Pretending pacing isn't a crime

Bare feet flat against the floor Listening to the chimney roar Wild

blood beats beneath the skin

Begging not to stay kept in

Let me run into

the gale

Let the human posture fail

Out along the

ridge and tree

I can feel what's haunting me

(let me

go)

The sky turns heavy,

the clouds go black

And something ancient is calling me back

The windowpane shivers, the storm is alive

And I'm locked inside a house at twenty-five

(I am locked

inside)

Still twenty-five

Just breathing with the gale (ahhhh)