The Last Rain

I feel so trapped, can’t breathe in this rain,

I see the droplets, trickle down the panes,

I want to taste those little drops of love,

As they pour from the dark skies above.

I watch in gloom, as they die on the ground,

Trickling away into the sewers underground,

I want to run, and catch them in my hold,

Let them embrace me and make me cold.

I want to wash my splattered soul in this rain,

Start a new life; clean the cob-webs of my brain,

Let the skies click my new beginning tonight,

Roar in approval; tell me I am on the path right.

Wash me clean, like you wash that road,

Come rain, rid me, of all this load,

Come rain and dissolve all of my pain,

I want to live, start all over again.