| Pouring Rains My tears are like the falling rains, To fall like downpours and showers With the storms that bring the rains, the tears I have shed so vain. It cannot be done alone yet not with anyone else. Despondent am I when I cry these tears, For no one's advice falls upon my ears. With every hour of every day, the tears I cry are yet to be washed away. Tears of love, tears of sadness, tears of joy, and tears of madness, These are the tears that are shed in vain. To cry is a sign of meekness, yet God said the meek shall inherit the Earth. Perhaps with God my tears will fly away and never come back another day. Though I pray and pray, my tears still plague me day by day. With each day I grow weaker and weaker until I feel like there is only pain. Who will stop my pouring rains? |