The Rain.

Let the rain continue,
let it wash away the stinging memories,
the truths that are barely existent,
the re-occuring thoughts of death.

The pain that has been bestowed upon this mortal soul,
it can only be truly forgiven in death;
the rain washes away the life,
and brings God's forgiving warmth closer.

The sins committed,
the wrong that has been done,
the wet will drain it away,
along with the lies of countless others.

Judgment is here,
He is coming closer,
the storm aproaches,
the rain is a sign;
the symbol marking the beginning.
♠ ♠ ♠
I still don't know how I come up with this stuff.