"On A Rainy Night"

I was standing in the pouring rain,

drenched in drops of dew.

They tasted of honey and chardonnay,

sparkling as only rain can do.

I watched from outside your window

as you lit the candle lights

preparing for a night of passion.

you had the mood set just right.

I let out a silent sigh

how predictable you are.

I looked up to the sky,

not a single star.

It was like a sauna where I stood,

steam flowed from the blacktop,

It was the perfect night for murder,

like death, the rain won't stop.

Humidity thick in the air,

darkness surrounding me like a cloak,

as I walked up to your doorstep,

with a fire ready to stoke.

I rang the doorbell once, twice,

and patiently I waited,

a hooded figure with a knife behind my back,

for my anger to be sated.