Protective Curtains

Pale blue curtains guard the windows,
Their immovable panels block access,
And display with each breeze,
The punishment of escape.

Through the blinds,
Water breaks from the sky,
Yellow birds bathe in small puddles,
Raindrops bounce on the branches of Weeping Willows,
Flowers lift their leaves in dire need,
Yet I remain dry.

Thirst overcomes my body,
My tongue desires droplets,
My rough skin aches for relief,
My soul seeks baptismal renewal
Yet I remain dry.

Blackened clouds gravitate above,
Bright yellow rods touch the Earth,
Rumbles of thunder scare the creatures,
And moist chaos begins,
Yet I remain dry.

Knowing the dangers,
My hand grabs the harsh fabric,
My body tries escaping through the window,
Tired arms pull up the panel,
Yet, I remain inside.

Unable to escape the curtains,
Imprisoned by the thoughts that isolate my soul,
My body admits defeat,
And my mind realizes,
I will remain dry.