As the storm rolls in it finds me in solitude
And provides me with rain to not be rude
For maybe then I will not be forlorn
But it can't wash away my lover's scorn
Therefore the drops do not benefit me
They are not sentient so I am lonely
Nonetheless there is comfort in the feel
The pour touches me and ensures I'm real
Unpleasant as I am drenched to the foot
Helplessly I admit I must stay put
There is no liberation from downpour
This is not my first I have dealt with more
As I lay on flowers I can feel rain
And wish that I could conclude all my pain