I was asked what the rain meant to me
I wasn’t sure quite how to answer
The rain means everything to me
The storm itself is a personification of life
It has a melody, a harmony, a bass line
It holds onto memories of the past
The sheet of water covering the earth
Has a second job of hiding the truth
While, despite this, everything is utterly clear
It allows us to indulge in our minds
The storm itself lets us lose control
Of our minds and instructs us to alter,
And see through another pair of eyes
In this moment, what can we fear?
In this moment, what can we know?
Fear of the unknown, fear of disaster
Fear of finding ourselves
This complicates things, makes us go mad
And so our frustration comes into play
We obsess and analyze every step
Until finally we succumb to anger
Everything stops us from going further
Our own minds have forced our control
But somehow, we take comfort in this
And as the storm calms
And as the clouds fade
Things seem to make sense
Once again, things were how they were
Where the sun continues to shine
And the moon appears in the night
Where life is so much easier
Than during that awful storm