The Rain
Have you ever wondered
Where all that it's rained?
All at the same time
And how many people that's pained?
Flood gates open
Right over the heads
Of the poor little people
Just daydreaming of beds
Then all of sudden
Sixty-seven umbrellas and wintery coats
Are all quickly jerked
From zippered pockets, and handbags, and totes
The rain comes quickly
And it comes all at the same time
It always seems to be there
Even in the nighttime
It makes you wonder
How does one deal with the rain?
Do you pretend and push it aside?
Or do you face all that pain?
You know the sound rain makes
As it hits a roof?
The patter that you love
Because you know its waterproof?
The sound that’s so constant
As constant as your own thoughts
And you know it’ll always be there to calm you
In all the rough spots
It bring peace of mind
When you’re laying in bed
And wondering
Would I really know if I was dead?
That patter you feel beneath your skin
Always there, a miracle man
There to remind you: you’re alive
When nothing else can
The tinge of rain
When its fallen to Earth
The sweet smell that reminds you
Of the land’s rebirth
The way its laced with salt
From the Earth itself
In a way that taints it
Like a child that needs to prove himself
You feel like that child
Tainting what you touch
And you long for the moment
When you’ll grown up, so very much