You laid on the ground
under quiet rain
listening to the sound,
of thoughts, in your scattered brain
letting go the need to be found…
as the drops poured on your pain,
you laid on the ground…
under quiet rain.
You let go
of all your ‘whys’
as you stand
beneath the skies
and let the rain
pour on you.
For sometimes
no matter how hard you try
your tired wings just won’t fly
Just like
the sky isn’t always blue…
So
you clear your mind
and you let go
of all your ‘whys’
as you stand
beneath the skies
and let the rain
pour on you.