Rain rain

Go away.

Acting like a thunderstorm in my brain.

A messenger of chaos.

And a herald of pain.

Never giving me a moment to play.

***

Anyone have an umbrella?

Since it is raining and pouring.

Tears falling after the thunder.

But my heart is definitely not snoring.

The water keeps coming long after I’ve bumped my head on the end of the bed.

I just pray that the sun comes out in the morning.

***

Even if the sun does shine.

And I climb to my place of comfort.

I know that the storm could come again and knock me down the spout.

I keep trying again and again.

But I know the moment I hear that thunder again.

It will wash me right back out.

***

I ask for you to show me a better place.

Where the bridges won’t keep falling down.

And the water cannot touch me.

Where I will not drown.

At least while I am still a fair lady.

So please at least lend me an umbrella in this storm.