S o m e t i m e s
Sometimes the rain will sing to me,Sometimes the rain fills me, much like a one night stand;I do not care about its woeful cry,I want only to be a glass half filled.So I can go on another day believing I am wholly flesh and soul.Sometimes the rain will sing to me its bluesAnd I’ll cry with it until the morning sun burns my tear ducks dry.It’s time to go outside.Sometimes the rain washes away my sins,It cleanses my scars and kisses them well.Sometimes the rain will douse me in its tantrum,So I shut all the windows and doorsRefusing to listen to its dreadful cry.Sometimes the shower-head imitates the rain,Lathering me in soap and washing it all away.Down the drain it goes, down, down, am I cleaner for it now?Oh rain, rain come again another day,Oh rain, rain sing to me my favourite song,Fill me until I am your river.Feed me ripe with coralAnd let me spill into your oceans,To become part of something greater than myself.Let your waves swallow my sorrow whole,Let me sink to the bottom of your every ocean blue.Make me your riverbed.Oh hear my woes,Oh rain, rain come again another dayOh hear my dreadful cries,Let me weep until I am whole once more.