The sky painted itself black,
Then yellow from it cracked.
Streaking, stripping the sky
The lightening, I keep an eye.
Rain it falls down,
Rivers form on the ground.
I close my eyes, and reach out
My head lifted up, I turn about.
The water, it runs through my hair,
I open my mouth with care.
This rain, is a very good friend
Even if I know it'll end.
It allows me, my time to cry
And no one will know, and I can lie.
The rain drops mix will with tears,
It makes me feel young, washes away my fears.
I feel renewed, I breath it in
I feel in it, washed away is my sin.
I find my inner peace, my meaning
The doubts of today, no longer streaming.
I bow my head now,
And pray that somehow.
My dreams will come true,
Because this rain makes me think of you.
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