My conversations with the rain
Are always filled with so much pain
Our tears do fall on one another
One from above, mine from the heart
The rain does never feel it
It’s just a feeling; but I can feel it
It’s just a panic, one dusty attic
Which I’ve held on to for long
The rain though, ever falls down
Never stays up there for long
The rain is cold, the rain is wet
This rain has never been upset
But I have been, time and again!
Yes, I have seen my eyes of pain
The rain has told me many times;
How nothing stays, how all is gone
But I mustn’t think like that
No, I could never be like that!
I’m not the rain; that can you see?
I’m filled with pain; that can you feel?
So I don’t care for scattered drops
Cause all I’ve got are scattered thoughts
The rain is here; once more it falls
My pile of sorrow’s at the door
All I wish for is just one thing
That I go in; close that door!
I would look inside the windowpane
And talk with rain…to ease the pain