Rainy Night Terror

On a rainy night, when the world is hushed,

And the only sound is the rain's soft rush,

There's a feeling that creeps into your bones,

And a fear that chills you to the very stone.

The pitter-patter of the rain on the roof,

Is a sound that seems to be aloof,

As if it's trying to hide a deeper truth,

And a darkness that's beyond reproof.

With each drop that falls from the sky,

A shiver runs down your spine, oh my,

For in the darkness there lurks a fear,

That something's watching, something's near.

The rain's cold touch, it seems to taunt,

And the night, it becomes a hunt,

For something that's out there in the dark,

With eyes that glow like a vicious shark.

You try to ignore the sound of the rain,

But it's there, a constant refrain,

A reminder of the terror that awaits,

As you pray that the morning light comes before it's too late.

On a rainy night, when the world is still,

And the only sound is the rain's shrill,

You can feel the presence of the unknown,

And you know you're never really alone.