The Rain had spoke
When I was younger,
my mind would always wonder.
Like how the rain would cry each night.
Even amongst the thinnest light.
As I would be mad,
or even sad.
The rain came from the other side of my window.
Ready to comfort me beneath the shadows.
I believed it sang its song.
Always hoping I would sing along.
Though I was banned from sleeping outside.
I had to stay inside.
Mum and dad didn’t like the rain,
because it always seemed to kidnap me.
To take away all my pain.
my mind would always wonder.
Like how the rain would cry each night.
Even amongst the thinnest light.
As I would be mad,
or even sad.
The rain came from the other side of my window.
Ready to comfort me beneath the shadows.
I believed it sang its song.
Always hoping I would sing along.
Though I was banned from sleeping outside.
I had to stay inside.
Mum and dad didn’t like the rain,
because it always seemed to kidnap me.
To take away all my pain.