Rain on Me
I can hear you coming faster than my wits could imagine soaking everything your hands touches upon beating the roof with your loud, ear crackling, tune.
Come, rain on me my skin has been awaiting the cold of loneliness you bring. giving lie to my heart and a beat to my soul. I shall not shelter nor will my eyes close as i feel you drop down from the dark, sunken sky
Why do some shy away when you come? Could they not feel the spirit in you hands lay? or perhaps the need for truth terrifies their insides? I ask too, in times, why would you always come to me? why when I don't need you, you come? Didn't two things of the same magnitude repel?
And yet, I still delight! having you near me gives me comfort--that somewhere, in the same time that I am, there's one that is weeping with my woes, floading me with music only my heart understands. Soaking my face to hide my cries. For all that you have been, if only I, myslef, can rain on you when you, yourself, come down raining on me.