When the Clouds Come

I love the rain. It's my confirmation. How else could I know that He accepts me as I am? I know I am an animal. Despicable and vile. I don't know why He chose me to be one of the cleansers, but He did. The sky cries for me, that's how I now He forgives me.  When the clouds come, it will be time again. I wonder if she knows how close it is. If she was as interested in her own self preservation as she was her naked pursuits she'd ask for His forgiveness. He's fair. He's given her signs. He's spent every night watching her. I understand now why she must go, not that it matters what i think nor whether or not i understand. He chooses, thats all that matters. 
It is amazing what you can learn about a girl when she doesn't know anyone's watching. It's exciting to watch her be her real self. She sings without restraint, she cries a lot too. She stands and stares into the mirror as if she has no idea who is on the other side staring back at her, she cries again. She is empty inside and soon she'll be cold and stiff. Hanging on the edge of the mirror is the token He left for her. As quickly as I recognize the feeling  I chase away my pity for her, He  doesn't allow me to care. 
Next time you are home alone... you just may not be alone. And be sure, that when the clouds come, I'll come too.