3It’s dark outside right now, but before it was partially sunny
How the weather and time changes, is really pretty funny
I hate the sun, I hate the heat, I hate it when I sweat
I love the moon, I love the cold, but I love it when it’s wet
I like the wind, I like the snow, but I really love the rain
I love the thunder, I love the lightning, I think it keeps me sane
The moon, I love, is always shining silvery
The cold, I love, is a special winter delivery
The wind, I like, blows my body away from my mind
The snow, I like, ‘cause in the snow things are hard to find
The thunder, I love, is powerfully protective way up high
The lightning, I love, send bursts of light throughout the sky
Rain is pretty interesting, it has little droplets too
Droplets of emotion spewing out on me and you
Stand out in the rain and feel it’s power anon
Look at the sky, and on your face, the droplets fall upon
Pouring down into the ground and on everything around
Rain has you found while thunder pounds and lightning is it’s crown
Thunder cannot harm but has an intimidating voice
Lightning strikes but where it hits is it’s own choice
Thunder and Lightning are rare, but rain appears at any given day
But the fact of the matter is that it moves me in such a different way
Close your eyes and place yourself into the rains shoes
How do you feel? Are you alive? Do you have freedom to choose?
Have you ever sat and thought about the rain?
Have you ever pondered why and how it came?
Does the rain affect your life, or even your brain?
Does it bring you happiness, anger, madness, or pain?
Look at the clouds and rain and tell me how they feel
Look at your life and look at yourself and tell me if your real
Rain is rain, and simply plain
Or does it run a bit deeper?
Open your eyes, and here you stand, utterly soaking wet
Rain dripping down your cheeks onto your neck, but yet
It leaves you wet and now you must dry.
You forget about rain already, then sigh.
Rain is the question that’s always on my mind
I finally realize it’s myself that I must find
I see this realization, this unreliable lie
But it seems, rain still leaves me asking why.