This day is like the pouring rain, heavy falling and hard to swallow. Dark as the memory of an old embrace, Cold and mellow, like the cousin of a summer day.
Yet within this rain we are unchanged, just not the same. I see the water as it cascades, And floods the streets, to wipe the dogged dirt away.
Itβs in my ears, it's on my mind, like a booming sigh. The raindrops on the soggy ground. Flooded I am washed away, but not far enough to leave this town.