Rayne

Oh, how the rain can fall, and wash away all sadness and frustration.

Each little droplet falls with a serenity sensation.

I see the black sky cry, and fall to my dismay.

I use to think I hated the rain, and so when it begins to fall,

I feel a sudden discouragement, for the rain meant sadness,

And sadness meant tears, and tears were what I feared.

But perhaps I had it all wrong, a miscommunication all along.

What if rain was to heal and lure us away from darkness?

If that were the case, then I would pray for it to rain everyday.

But I understand why it mustn’t stay.

But I cannot remove its effects from my soul.

They shine right through me in the most amazing glow.

Oh, how the rain can fall, and wash away all sadness and frustration.

Each little droplet falls with a serenity sensation.