Saturday morning, I am in my bed, looking up at the skylight
Clouds are roaring, winds are screaming, sky is depressed
It is going to be a long weekend.

I can hear the rain beating against the windowpane
It is not knocking; rather as if trying to force its way in
Break into my shell.

I was scared, lest it gets in, but feel secure now
I know I am safe; my shell is not going to give in
It is unbreakable.

Sky is somber, full of remorse, just like my mood
It is sad, hazy, unclear, I see clouds everywhere,
But there is a difference.

The sky can cry, shed its tears, then the clouds will clear
The mist will disappear; it will be bright, cheerful again
It is only a matter of time.

I cannot weep, my eyes are glazed but there are no tears,
My pain increases, my heart grows even bigger to hold it,
I want to cry.

I hear a voice at a distance; someone is calling my name,
Then I hear the sound, someone is knocking on my door
I have heard this knock before.

Someone is asking for my permission, knocking and waiting
I am not sure; I know if I wait, voice will go away
It always does.

This knock is different from the beating on my windowpane,
Rain wants to break in, but the voice knocks and then waits,
Both are persistent.

I tell myself that I will get up when the sky is clear,
In some strange way, I think I will be happy when mist clears,
I am going to wait.

The din on my window increases, I can barely hear the knock,
The sky howls in pain, I sink deeper into my shell,
It is a long weekend.

The soft, cozy bed is starting to hurt, as time goes by,
The beating grows lighter; I hear the voice call my name again,
I am restless.

My eyes swell, my heart fills up, cannot hold it anymore
Things get hazier around me; I can barely see the sky,
Then I cry.

My face is damp like the windowpane, drops rolling down,
I cannot stop the tears; my eyes are swollen and wet,
I feel lighter.

I wipe my eyes clean with my hands; I can see the sky again,
It looks different, has changed, it is clear and then I realize,
The mist is only in my eyes.

I call out to the voice at the door, are you still there
I am ready to get up, just waiting for you to knock again,
It was a long weekend.