The Rain

The rain
It falls
On the grounds all about me

I can’t help but grin
When I hear it creating the ripples on themselves

I run through it all
And scream all I want

My emotions go wild...
Life is good now

I get soaked all over
My hair drips with the passion
Of zealous solidarity

‘Tis my remedy; my fortress
The rain may be...

When I’m down or dark
I can’t look to the clouds
For a spark

The lightning bursts
The light blasts the skies above

The thunder breaking
The sounds of time

I run as fast as my legs will take me
The drops of refuge enslave me

I love the rain
It’s what brings me one of my delights in life

I might not describe it well;
At least not to you

But I really cannot pronounce
My passion for the rain