It's Not Really Raining...

It's not really raining - it's just imagination
like hearing whispers in the darkest part of night
or seeing friends that you know left you behind years ago
It's not really raining - it's just imagination
that makes you feel hear the footsteps of heavens rivers
on the porch out front where you sit wishing for an exit

It's not really raining - it's just loneliness
that dull, deserted loneliness that seems to stretch
out before your eyes like mirageless desert sand
It's not really raining - it's just loneliness
that soaks the clothes you vainly try to wrap around
the frail body that your will to live now resides in

It's not really raining - it's just the end
the cold, methodical footsteps of Hades' horse
mingled in with trumpets, beasts and 6 other steeds
It's not really raining - it's just the end
that makes you feel bathed and cleansed all over
and has you walking the flooded streets one last time