Rain MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown


And they told me that it wouldn't rain

But it did.

And that the sun would always shine

Dream on.

Rain drops pitter patter on my face

Cold little fingers running down

My back.

So, the weather changed and I

Sat down

upon a cool black rock

lightning blindly stabbing for me

in an elegant dance of death.

I have heard that storms are passing

Not yet.

In a little while things will mend


But I have seen the fury of the sky

Have been smitten and bitten

Day by Day

Thunder has bashed my mind and I

wade through smudged mud.

Do I

dare to dream of light?

I will wait for a piece of blue sky

horizons overcast in my sight.

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