The stages of rain are neverending
But it seems that this rain is heavy
Mixed with hail and God's guilty tears
Maybe he see the bad we've done
What he has caused us to do
And wants to wash it away
If I walked out into the storm
Am I tempting Death?
By assuming that lightning could strike me
Or am I Living?
For experiencing the rain coursing down my spine
And while I walk this line-
Am I living for myself or for someone else?
The grass drinks the water
and so do we
Our mouths full and us saying
But how can we say that to the hand
that continues to feed
Where is the line of too much
and too little?