Branches tap on my window, hoping 

For shelter against a vicious storm outside. 

A downpour begs me for mercy, constantly.  

Curious clouds stare down at me, waiting for my heart to melt. 

Amid all silences, I hear twigs painfully splinter as winds roar 

Watch leaves quiver, yearning to get in. 

But like a heartless villain, I refuse to help

Just like I did when you needed me. 

-Iflah Laraib