The rain it creeps up on us,
Hiding behind dark clouds of mystery,
All so ready to ruin our day,
To make us melt away in it's presence,
It serves as a glitch,
Static to our televised reality.
The rain it bitters our hearts,
and fills our insides with gloom.
But we must not feel alone,
we must not let the rain take control.

Let it's beautiful, acid-hands grasp your bravery,
Let it attempt to wet your soul.
The rain with all it's power,
it is useless.
At times, unnatural
And we can make it a nonexistent factor,
If we no longer let it live,
If we dash through it's blanket of pain,
and come out; untouched.