Talk about inconvenience, right?
I'm trying to move on with my life
And here I am, sitting outside
And letting all the rain pour on me.

How convenient it is
That the droplets are cold enough
To sting me every time it touches my skin,
But not enough to freeze me.

It is truly convenient that the rain
Is so persistent and relentless
But that no matter how still I sit
It can't drown me

I used to find solace in the rain
"Peace among chaos", I used to say
But how convenient that now when I'm sad
The rain doesn't bother to wash my sorrow away