The rain falls steadily upon me.
In the living room, and through the wall.
The fog makes it difficult to see.

At one time there were three.
Now it’s so hard to stand tall as,
the rain falls steadily upon me.

Had to hike, took pictures of a tree.
Couldn’t sit and wait for your call.
The fog made it so difficult to see.

Days are long and it’s hard to be
or feel, anything but small while,
the rain falls steadily upon me.

Check the calendar monthly.
Seasons go on but seem to crawl.
The fog still makes it difficult to see.

Knowing that soon enough you’ll be free
of your honorable duties, helps me to accept it all.
As the rain begins to stop above me,
The fog clears now and it’s easy to see.