I once told someone that I love it there because of the way it rains. 

There it rains teardrops on hot pavement cheeks. 

Drops combining into cliques and rivulets that spiral to the mainstream 

A fog of uncertainty rises from the not-quite passed storm, 

Clouding the judgement of youth, trying to find their way

I once told someone that I love it there because of the way it rains. 

There it rains the hope of a new beginning with each thunderhead. 

Every clap jolts me like an electric shock. 

Tears cleansing my eyes and face,  

helping me to see clearly through the mist. 

I love it there because of the way it rains. 

There rains a steam-bath that seeps into my worn out soul

Soothing the aching of my tired bones. 

Replenishing my will to live this life, 

Urging me to go on when I’m certain I cannot. 

Here it rains Peace.