Rain is a four letter word© Brian Tang
Whenever it rains, I feel so free
Free as a bird, rain is my life
Washing away my troubles
Quenching my sun baked soul
While others rush for cover
I stroll among the empty streets
The rain dancing upon my lips
Looking up at the gray clouds
I open my mouth to catch the rain
Laughing at the silliness of it
Whenever I am sad
The rain hides my tears,
And soothes me with
The fresh clean air
The soft pitter-patter on my window
Lulls me to sleep as it sings its lullaby
I let out a sigh
As I wave goodbye
To the departing clouds
The sun shining through
Until next time rain
For now I bid thee
The Art of Rain© Mitchell D. Wilson
Falling Down, pooling up,
Out of the sky, into my cup.
What is this wet that comes from above,
That some call disaster, and others find love.
The harder it falls, the less it is nice,
The colder it falls the harder the ice.
The rain has an art that I may not get,
So I stand still here and get soaking wet.