And if I'm being truthful
I'm not the biggest fan of the sun
This bag old ball of gas sitting
millions and millions of miles away
Clamoring for my praise
I don't know how else to say it.
The sun can be so...
Suffocating.
It's tentacle like rays reach across
Vast distances
Leaving burns on my delicate skin
The sun burned me to a crisp

But let me tell you about rain
The rain is wise
Drip drop
Pitter patting on my head
Rain is calm and honest like a buddist monk
Or it's can be furious and relentless,
A torrential downpour whipping at you from every direction
But even when its angry
there is a passionate honesty to it.
Somehow I know that the rain is neccesary
It's wet embrace leaves me feeling happy
Sometimes we need a stormy day to wash our sorrows away
A little rain to give me a break
from the ordinary.