The way the rain falls

you can tell it has so much pain

the way the rain falls

it struggles through its days

In a way it falls

on us everyday

you can tell that it goes

ever through the pain.

And in a way

the way you aren't supposed with and

you can tell the rain gave up

before the storm began

The way one can give up

before you count the score

like the before the end of a match

you extinguish on the floor.

Rain may fall

and the clouds may too

all i care is if

the rain falls on you

Rain must be afraid of heights

its got some distance to fall

it might just be trying to be a kite

but not a good one after all.

The rain must feel,

for it is slowly torn

falling from its friends

missing them in the storm

They fall or fly

depending on who you ask

they can fly or they can fall

but eventually they all crash.

To that i must say

you can tell that the rain

goes through so much pain.

And to that I must say

we are all the rain.