There’s something about those rainy days,
In which the rain falls on my face.
Those little aphorisms blowing in the wind.
I do find pleasure in these certain things.
Maybe I will come home late.
Maybe it will be in a state.
But that rain it still falls down.
So I do not manage to muster a frown.
Sometimes it will stop,
And some days there won’t be a drop.
So, I remember a time,
When that rainfall was only mine.
Look to the west and to the east.
For the clouds that do bring peace.
I don’t know why I care so much,
It seems others don’t see as such.
Yet here I am, circumspect;
Haven’t a clue what to expect.
But for the moment it’s okay.
So long as the rain falls in this same way.