Villanelle
Please don’t stop the rain,
On the floor is where I lie
Ready to be hit by the pain
Distorted thoughts go through my brain
Asking questions, wondering why,
Please don’t stop the rain.
Keeps repeating, but I have to break the chain
I keep falling I can’t stop but I try
Please don’t stop the rain.
Pressure on me, slipping closer to the insane
People don’t see these tears, they don’t see me cry
Please don’t stop the rain.
I want to leave because I can’t take this pain
Fly away. Soar. Touch the sky.
Please don’t stop the rain.
As I slip away there is no strain.
On the floor is where I lie,
I am in a euphoric peace, no more pain.
Please don’t stop the rain.
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 5:47 AM UTC
Villanelle
Please don’t stop the rain,
On the floor is where I lie
Ready to be hit by the pain
Distorted thoughts go through my brain
Asking questions, wondering why,
Please don’t stop the rain.
Keeps repeating, but I have to break the chain
I keep falling I can’t stop but I try
Please don’t stop the rain.
Pressure on me, slipping closer to the insane
People don’t see these tears, they don’t see me cry
Please don’t stop the rain.
I want to leave because I can’t take this pain
Fly away. Soar. Touch the sky.
Please don’t stop the rain.
As I slip away there is no strain.
On the floor is where I lie,
I am in a euphoric peace, no more pain.
Please don’t stop the rain.
I wrote this in English at school a few years ago, and heard James Morrison on the radio earlier that morning.
