The melodic sound of the rain
It lightly taps on my window
Begging to come in
Longing to be heard by the world inside
It beats all around the still structure I call home
Running down its rooftop
Gliding across the doorstep
What is the rain trying to say
Does it speak of love
Does it speak of sorrow
Who can tell what the rain feels
The clouds are gray
But is that all an illusion
The sun still shines above
Maybe the rain is singing of the beauty
it sees above those dreary clouds
Maybe, just maybe, the rain is dancing to the heart beat of the world.
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
The melodic sound of the rain
It lightly taps on my window
Begging to come in
Longing to be heard by the world inside
It beats all around the still structure I call home
Running down its rooftop
Gliding across the doorstep
What is the rain trying to say
Does it speak of love
Does it speak of sorrow
Who can tell what the rain feels
The clouds are gray
But is that all an illusion
The sun still shines above
Maybe the rain is singing of the beauty
it sees above those dreary clouds
Maybe, just maybe, the rain is dancing to the heart beat of the world.
