I know something of the rhythms and melodies of pain
First this way, then that
Soaring, falling, roaring, stalling

Planed out planes on a higher plane
Wraith trains shaking fate's chains in vain

Devilish desperados with desperate names
play desperation games
inside my veins

The eyes of their horses hidden by their manes
The thoughts of their voices pounding my brain
These are the sounds and the songs of rain

Rain is still rain by any other name
Waters will recede while floods will remain
Each separately singing equally stinging refrains
Nothing cuts deeper than these canyons of shame

Certainly, I know things concerning the rhythms and melodies of pain
And of four-legged creatures wholly untamed
Racing blood-soaked, unbridled, unreigned
Their clippety-clop clamorings running 'round my brain
These are the sounds and the songs of rain

©Jason Cole