My Walks In The Rain
Sometimes I feel the need to walk in the rain
It tends to help me clear my brain
I’m not sure why this is so
Maybe somehow it’s the smooth and refreshing terrain
It tends to those thoughts and feelings that are heavy
The ones that make you feel that you are on a crackling levee
They are very deep sometimes I wish they weren’t so
The paths on which they take ranges past unsteady
Somehow that rain fills my pain, that burden
It’s path is to always clear that hurting
Exfoliate it as if it were never so
Make you feel that for that moment there was never something so maudlin
This rhythm flows like the circle of life
This circle flowing past happiness, then back to strife
Then once again you’d wish it weren’t so
When you think of it, the rain can’t cut the pain
Forever, as if it were a knife
The cut wounds in your pain can be sewed up and healed
Ready to take you back once again down that hill.
