Rain

Rain,

Does it fall in vain?

Or is it pain?

In the soul of god?

Maybe raindrops are tears,

Of God crying about his fears,

Or he has lost his peers,

Rain is a symbol.

Maybe God is hypersad today,

He sends rain with acid on our way,

And it crashes every night and day,

Rain.

Pitter Patter we scream,

Until the Sun glances with a beam,

And the crashing has stopped it may seem,

But God is merely wiping his tears.

The drops are tears in the sky,

The sky is the eye.

The eye that watches over us all,

And causes the beautiful rain to fall.