Rain falls,
pitter patter on the roof.
Birds flee from the droplets
from under the trees.
The ground is sodden
as the grass becomes greener,
passing clouds wield thunder;
dreams are hidden
in a cloud of memories.
Rain falls,
pitter patter on the roof.
Birds flee from the droplets
from under the trees.
The ground is sodden
as the grass becomes greener,
passing clouds wield thunder;
dreams are hidden
in a cloud of memories.
Is the moon watching me
as the stars pass by
in the night sky
can we still see them
during the day
the present blue
then covered by clouds
from the unknowing void
laid out before us
My vision grows thin
as I walk away
I look to see you again
When I sleep
upon the lost shore
nevermore
I feel the rain
For when the clouds begin to gather
Each morning
I see their thoughts collect
of natures wears
and although it may be grey
my feelings are at bay
the sun will shine through