The rain it trickles down my window
beating on the ***** street
making puddles , and the children splash them with their feet
I sit back and watch
my eyes like the clouds
my cheeks like those streets
my pillow that puddle
but no child here to play
that one missing piece for the perfect rainy day
a mocking of nature ,though the meaning is different
The rain it cleanses and renews
Those tears release the trapped up blues
I wonder to myself , will there every come a day
when I will once again have a sunny day
Eyes sparkling with love for life
the laughter of that child who dwells inside
the beam of a smile that could light up the night
One tear of happiness, to show gratitude to the light