Creative Poetry: Rain Beats

Here is another example of the romantic influence on my poetry. Don't remember the context, and yet, I like the point I have tried to make here.

It rains outside my window

The pattering of those raindrops

Echo the beats of a long lost heart

That spell out her name - end from start

I press my face against the window

Push against the metal grill

To feel the cold wetness on my skin

And douse the fires within

It rains outside my window

And it rains in my heart

but my skin is still dry and parched

And thus my burning heart arched

I scream, I moan, I struggle out

To break free of this cage

That holds me from getting wet

From salvation, from clearing debt

I see her then, outside my window

Standing in the rain

Arms beseeching, calling slow

"come under my warming glow"

I want to douse this burning

This guilt, this pain, this remorse

I want to surrender in her arms

and bask in her eternal charms

"Am I strong enough", I ask

"To break out of this cage,

Of errors, mistakes, and blunders

To tear this prison asunder?"

"Can I get another chance,

At love, at life, at breathing right,

To win your heart again, dove,

Will I be forgiven, my love?"

She smiles, she grins, She barks a laugh

For a moment she glows like fire, a fiery red

And then she's gone, and I'm left, in the dark

Alone, with the unrelenting rain, cold and stark