Only the sound of rain pitter- pattering on the roof.
The melody soothing her,
reminding her of you,
memories of two children hiding underneath the blankets reading fairy tales, ignorant of the world.
Promises of never growing apart.
The rain now beating down on the roof,
mimicking the tears raining down on her pillow.
A deep rumble escaping from her throat, and a blazing light shining through the window.
You used to be her sunshine,
but you struck her like lightning, burning her up from within, burning away all of the promises.
Now she was left reminiscing about the day you walked away from her in a thunderstorm.