The rain carries a new pain
It used to be something
That I found delight in
It used to be nice
The way the air smelled
It remind of those starry
Summer nights
Playing in the street
Playing in the sand
The rain reminds me of
Everything I did
Everything we had
The good
The bad
The rain carries a new pain
Of both good and bad
New and old
It makes me sad
But brings me
Happiness
It takes me back
To years ago
It used to be something
That I found delight in
It used to be nice
The way the air smelled
It remind of those starry
Summer nights
Playing in the street
Playing in the sand
The rain reminds me of
Everything I did
Everything we had
The good
The bad
The rain carries a new pain
Of both good and bad
New and old
It makes me sad
But brings me
Happiness
It takes me back
To years ago
4 comments:
This is really good. Where did you get an idea like this one? it's very good!
From looking outside, thinking about the past, the good times and all the stuff that has happened and think how the rain made things seem different. And how people view things differently through out life.
Rain always makes things different, just like time pasting.
I, for one, do not like the rain. I never have and never will. I know there are those people that enjoying rainy days and find themselves all happy and glad and all that stuff. I am not one of them.
Give me warm sunshine on my face and a clear blue sky and I am one happy man.
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