The rain.
Somehow it keeps me sane.
On a warm summer day,
Or a cool night in May.
It’s soothing to watch it as it falls.
I can almost hear it call,
Calling me to come and play,
Begging that I may
Have only yes to say.
I don’t want to see a sun ray.
I like the outside bleak,
The sun makes me feel weak.
The sun’s too bright,
My eyes burn from the light.
I don’t want the rain to end
Because it’s become my constant friend.
