Shelter's protection, I long for from the coming of tomorrow's rain. My life is imprisoned by gripping anguish, exclamated by crippling inner pain. Cold and shivering, I am trapped under the weight of its torrential downpour. I am soaked, drenched. I cannot breathe. I'll drown here like this, if I do not discover something, anything, more. I watch in horror as the second hand tells me today is about to turn into another tomorrow. I seek undetection in the depths of opaque shadows I cling to my faith and hope I find peace hidden in its deepest folds. If I achieve this, perhaps, I'll avoid the dreadful coming of tomorrow's rain.