THE RAIN
A drop of rain falls from the sky
And washes all away,
The dirt, the sand, the memories
Of what was yesterday.
The thunder and the lightning,
The dark and heavy clouds,
All seem to have a frown.
Still the rain comes pouring down
Like tears upon her face.
Searching, looking, questing
For a single happy place.
The rain can wash away the bad,
Can make things new again,
But her tears are pointless
They always leave the pain.
The rain is always beautiful,
She loves the sound it makes
So peaceful on her rooftop,
But never upon her face.