• The Rain.
    Will wash away the pain.
    To make us pure again.
    Like a second chance for the earth.
    Hearlding spring birth
    Pounding on the earth an age old beat.
    Dropping straight to the ground beneath our feet.
    Steady, never changing, always there.
    Tell it what you will it doesn't care.
    Can it be stopped, forgotten, ignored?
    Watching it no matter how long won't make you bored
    Some can have more fun when they're in the in the sun
    But I prefer to at least for now forget my pain, as I drown it in the rain.