It's Raining...

It's raining, it's pouring

She wept into her bruised arm,
muffling the cries that wouldn't stop
Tears puddled around her cheeks,
soothing her aching skin

the old man is snoring

Through the thin walls of her bedroom
his snores leaked through
a comforting sound that let her relax
worry of a midnight beating dissapearing

he went to bed and hit his head

The soothing snores were quieted
by a resounding echo throughout the night
CRACK
before ringing silence was heard

and couldn't wake up in the morning

A giggle escaped the ecstatic girl
as she stood over the now crumpled figure
watching the life slowly drain from lifeless eyes
as the girl was finally free from the mans clutches