The rain beats down on my face as I look toward the sky,
Always searching for some kind of sign.
Some hidden inspiration I expect to find
Behind the rain that soaks my eyes.
Behind the clouds that carry life
I expect to see an answer
Though I’m only blind.
thunder has always drowned out this storming mind
its mighty bellow demanding my attention.
And, rain has always cooled me off
Despite its oft annoying touch
it teaches me not to hold in too much.
sweet release, those falling drops
ease the load of those heavy-hearted clouds.
You can learn a lot from nature
By simply learning to let go.
Why can’t I simply let it go as would a cloud?
Why do I hold on to all of these tears?
My mind is heavy and grey
Saturated with the reality of the loss of something that was never
To those clouds I look for that answer,
An answer for this call.
Release is oh so hard to come by
For tears do not fall so readily as rain.
And they sear instead of cool
Track marks down the cheeks betray the smiling face of the one
who plays the fool
So the eyes stay pointed up, until tears pool,
Never flowing past the rim.
With a bit of help from the clouds and rain, perhaps they’d empty
Eyes too heavy under the weight of tears
And mine grow number from counting the years
Perhaps, like rain, these tears will fall to the earth and produce
something with beauty
Until then eyes stay pointed up into the storming skies
Always searching for some kind of sign