eyes grow on days like these
the rains sprinkles the drying clothes
emotions shine through eyes
on days like these

you cannot hide on days
where the rain does not wash
troubles away
where dark grey skies refuse to fade or
days the rain refuses to obey

days the sun misplaced his voice
the clouds interject with such poise
the rain infects the ground
as the wind penetrates, escapes and pounds
at the rocks refusing to fall
the mountain does not answer the wind's call
it has fallen silent on days like these

Our creations do not stir
nor answer the lure
they choose to adapt and endure