I Love the Rain

The beat of the rain can be so intense,
like the need to free my soul from all this nonsense

Looking at all my mistakes of the past,
wondering if my sins are forgiven or will my torment last

Fighting to be understood by those who claim to care,
but yet how can anyone comprehend the confines of air

The tranquility of my stability is quite enhancing,
its better than being denied the act of romancing

And yet as i watch the rain i still find a measure of peace,
because the broken umbrellas laying by themselves are finally free