RAIN
I AWAIT THE SOOTHING RAIN
I ANTICIPATE ITS FALL
BUT THE RAIN I AM WISHING TO COME
DOES NOT RESPOND TO MY CALL
IT TAKES ITS PRECIOUS TIME
BREWING UP A STORM
A STORM WITH A CLOUDINESS
A RAGE
A FIERCE RUN
I BEGIN TO HEAR THE THUNDER
THE SHOTS OF AN ANGRY GUN
I AWAIT THE POURING RAIN
MY EYES BEGIN TO STRIKE
BUT NO TEADROPS ARE FALLING
THOUGH I STRESS THEM AWFUL TIGHT
THE PAIN IS TOO MUCH FOR ME TO BEAR
BUT SOON IT STARTS TO SLOW
THE RAIN IS FALLING FINALLY
BUT I SHALL NEVER SEE MY RAINBOW
