Holding Me Hostage

Rain beating on the rooftop.
I sit inside: ipod by my side, sipping hot tea.
I open the book and read and read and read.
With each passing page, I find myself more lost inside of a fiction world--
A world that I have created.
The rain holds me hostage inside.

I open the window 'side me
to hear the raindrops beat.
The wind howls.
Chills run down my spine.
I rise from my seat and start the fire.
I snatch a blanket from underneath the side-table.
Although it's all fake, I am subject to the rain's power:
It keeps me hostage inside.

I read on and on and finally finish the book,
the rain still beating hard upon the rooftop.
I close the hard-backed book and look up.
I am no longer in a fiction world.
But I am still, more so than ever,
still kept hostage by the rain.

Do I dare venture outside?
Do I dare try to escape the rain's wrath
that keeps me inside?
A determination like no other wells up inside me.
I suit up, preparing myself to face the rain's torments.
With hat and coat and boots, I opened the door.

The wind howled again and slammed the door in my face!
I succumbed to the rain's power and sat back in my seat,
and cuddled with the blanket again.
I picked up another book and soon found myself lost in another fiction world--
the rain always keeping me hostage inside.