thunder pounds and lightning strikes,
surprising little children as they ride on their bikes.
people always run and hide,
but in the rain is where i confide.
the rain has a way of calming my soul,
filling this void and making me whole.
in the rain is where i find peace,
but when it quits, my pain does not cease.
dripping wet and ice cold,
i don’t know when i have ever felt so bold.
the rain falls in all shapes and sizes,
and with it comes many surprises.
sometimes warm in big wet drops,
sometimes cold hitting the ground with powerful flops.
thunder pounds and lightning strikes,
i wonder what it is that nobody likes.
as for me i love the rain,
for one quick moment it released me and i’m normal again.
when the rain comes i feel a sense of joy,
instead of feeling like god’s toy.
in the rain i am free,
to be whatever i want to be.
dripping wet i come inside,
back to earth and ready to hide,
i have lost the only one in which i confide.
waiting patiently as the rain slows to a drizzle,
my blood cools off from its hot ripened sizzle.
in conclusion i must say,
i would be in heaven if it rained everyday.