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.