The soft pitter-patter entices me
Calling me into its grasp
A sound stirs a noise
A thundering voice
But to my ears, such a sweet rasp
A landscape mislabeled dreary
Wrong for the petals that drip from the sky
I smell their scent clearly
Its present completes me
For whose who despise, I wonder why
For if I'm gazing from at distance
Or drenched from head to toe
Tears' shapeless forms
Give inner warmth
That brings youthful peace to my soul
So I stand in the pouring calm
Engulfed in a torrent of cloud's grace
Maybe angels are crying
I believe they're smiling
Serenity reflects off my damp face
