Rain

Standing in the midst of the rain

Walking through the streets so plain

Following the sweet sounds again

Pattering on the window panes

The splash underneath your feet

Creates a harmonious beat

Your feet slide, they squeak

Into the woods, you slowly retreat

Looking up into the gray clouded skies

Raindrops cold, dripping under your eyes

From here you can hear the distant roaring cries

It must be the heavens debating again, you surmise

Then, this feeling of elation reaches you

You are no longer alone or feeling blue

Because you can stand, for just a few

That this rain understands your pain, too.