As the rain falls
solace in anything
defeats the thunder.

As the rain falls
my temper turns
to hunger, for nothing
escapes God's clamor.

As the rain falls
drenched, so cold
I'll wait for dejected
dreams, seeming to
me to fufill.

As the rain falls
drips after drops
cleansing my past.
Sing to me, ye storm
filter my rod, my staff.

As the rain falls
I let it gorge my
impediments. Falling
from above, never
looking back, it's
superior aesthetic.

As the rain falls
I unlatch the last window
and without wonder. Of
this life, it must suffice
to never regress, and
always presently pace.

As the rain falls
and subsides to
coveted sunlight.
I finally can see
now, for all darkness
has died, victim to
internal resurgence.

As the rain falls.