When it rains,
the soft grey sky clouds my mind.
Brown rivulets drift to the ground,
and trickle away.
Trickle Away.
Plopping down on my troubled face,
mixed with tears,
washing all my sadness down.
Down the droplets go,
gaining momentum as they go.
Plop, plop.
Plop, plop, plop.
plop, plop, Plop, PLOP!
Weather vanes shift to and fro,
in an uncontrollable motion.
WEEP and TURN.
WEEP and TURN.
WEEP and TURN!
Forgetting in the damp and grey
That by and by,
the rain will cease, the clouds will drift, and the sun will shine.
The sun will shine