The Rain drags its way
Along the dark and stormy sky.
All to be seen is gray
A Rain lost is hard to find.
He lashes and lashes, blind but proud,
Hoping that it will find its path
But he got lost within the crowd
The Thunder's roar and Lightning's wrath.
Honestly, he thought to himself one day,
Wincing through the thunder's roar.
How come humans are so a sway,
Staring at lightning, all in awe.
And Thunder's growl, it snorted out loud
What's there to admire?
All it is a really rude sound,
All a belly's desire.
Me, however, I give life
And water to those who need
I might not be as bright
As the sun, She Who Fleed
I come in al