Rain

The clouds are above, let the rain down come,

Let it wash away, this feel of sorrow.

Maybe just maybe, it can save me from,

My everlasting fear of tomorrow.

The droplets come and go like the yesterday

Forever suspended in the air like,

Tomorrow until it becomes today.

And like you memories drive deep the spike,

Of the sweet pain that is love into my heart.

And the tears which fall create sick sweet dew,

And all this pain and sorrow in full part

With these sourly sweet tears to you.

So now I bathe in this deep ravine of pain,

Which will be washed clean by the coming rain.