4:46 a.m. - 2001-08-04
Rain
Rain reminds me of tears�
Falling softly, releasing rivers of fears.
As I watch them slide effortlessly into one another down the windowpane�
I wonder where they�re going�
Do they have a destination�do I?
Are they knowing of theirs�because I am not.
What�s in my future forecast?
Rain, storms, flash floods or sunny weather?
It would be nice to know.
