| This raindrop is just a prelude I hear a rhythm in the rain a marvelous maddening melody. It grips my soul like some regret. Some tumultuous, torrent memory. Rising up it echos 'round and through my heart it floods of shame. It baffles my brain, my mind is numb. Now is drains just like it came. Through my ears and on my bed. Now to catch the window frame. Slowly sinking to the ground. As if pulled my deep dark shame. I hear the family falling fast. The sounds of pavement match my mood. The chords of clouds give me knowledge. To say this raindrop is just a prelude. |