No one cares about the rain

Sirens at my bedroom door,

Shouting at me through the walls,

Crying through the window pane,

Screaming out their scared disdain,

And no one cares about the rain,

Dust smoke seeps slowly through,

Infecting air old and new,

Spreading with a whispered shame,

Stinging eyes, wet with refrain,

 And no one cares about the rain,

Flickers, but not my bedside light,

 Late at night our sky is bright,

Lashing out to entertain,

Twisting in some complex game,

And no one cares about the rain,

I stand there with burning gaze,

And struggle to recall their names,

While candles sway a quiet shame,

The flowers dance now set aflame,

And no one cares about the rain.