“Rain are like the rays”
Rain are like the rays of sunshine.
They sink through my dreary soul.
The drops splatter and splash and hit me like exclamations.
What does the rain ask?
Does it make me weepy or rankled?
How do I find the quality of assurance I seek?
Where is the time to keep up with the bills?
Who do I know is the real villian?
The mystery continues, but the rain still falls.