There are days I wish the rain would stop
And days that I pretend
That drenched under a weeping sky
The rain would never end.
An endless, steady shower
Flooding fields and streets and brains
Sopping wet, my pruning skin
Forever water-stained.
"Cleanse my conscience, make me whole,"
I whisper to the clouds
Lightning often crashes, but
My thoughts are just as loud.
And wading through the rising tides,
I realize what I've done.
Drowning in the misty gray,
I long to feel the sun.
I know that soon the rain will stop,
For so much time has passed.
Soaked to the bone with trembling hands,
I'll see the light at last.
A golden glow will dry the earth,
Few puddles will remain.
But the storm within me rages on-
The rain is in my veins.