The rain,
Falling time and time again.
Marking the end of drought,
And bringing peace to the world
If only the rain could come once more to me
To wash away and cleanse the impurities
Of the heart and soul,
Curing the damage that one endures
But I have built a damn along with a roof
Over my heart and soul
Water tight,
Never again letting anything or anyone
Enter my life
Still, despite my bitterness,
I wish that the rain could seep through just one last time
But it's difficult to change,
When you know somehow,
Some way, it'll hurt you in the end
