My Beloved Rain

"A voice...?" she thought, Raising her head From her knees. Kneeling down in front of her Was the kind-faced maid. "Miss, I have come to fetch you. It is time for supper." She spoke carefully, Trying to hide any emotions. Her head lightly swayed side to side, " No. Don't want. "

In the corner Of the twilight room, She sobbed, With a black eye Made by her father's Love.