It’s a few minutes to midnight
A few minutes before my alarm rings
A few minutes before I get to pray

And I’m here struggling to sleep
It’s raining cats and dogs
The rain is getting inside my house
And I have to get up and dry the flooded areas

Few minutes to midnight and I’m not sure if this sellotape
Is enough to patch up
All these holes in our roof
I’m not sure if I’m going to endure the coldness

Few minutes to midnight and I remember that
I have absolutely no one by my side
I have no one to comfort me
And tell me that it is all going to be OK

Few minutes to midnight and I’m seeing my world crashing
My soul is slowly dying
My heart is broken

Few minutes to midnight and I’m thinking about
My guardian angel
I know she would have come up with a plan
For how we will prevent the rain from getting in

Rainy days are supposed
To be my favourite days
Its sound as it falls
On top of the roof is supposed to be my favourite sound

Few minutes to midnight and I realise that
Rain is supposed to be my muse
Something that unlocks my
Writer’s block
And activates my writer mode

Now it’s actually midnight
And the item that
Worries me the most is my diary
It’s time to pray but I have to look for it first
It can’t get wet