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WASH AWAY MY PAIN

Please wash away my sorrow and pain.
Let it flow down the streets with the rain.
Dissolved in torrents of despair and sadness,
Joining others on its way past the madness.
The ocean may take it far away
To places, we cannot even say,
Where no one recognizes its sting
Or knows the infliction it can bring.
Let the rain grow harder with its might,
Becoming hail on this fateful night.
I want to be free of all traces
Of unwanted feelings and faces.
My body grows cold from the rain.
It stands clean and free from the pain.
Shivers create a path on my spine
As I wait in the dark woods of pine.
I hold my head high to the wet spray;
It becomes a mist of blue and grey.
The faucet has turned off for the night,
Leaving me feeling clean and so right.
THE PERFECT MELODY
THE PERFECT MELODY
The air is heavy.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows dark.
You hear the first drops.
The water pounds on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
Rain washes our streets.
Clears our minds.
A new day arrives.
THE PERFECT MELODY
draevendelunaSource:
The air feels thick,
Laden with moisture.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows darker,
Then you hear the first drops.
The water pounding on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
The rain washes our streets
and clears our minds.
Preparing us for a new day.
THE PERFECT MELODY

The air feels heavy.
Laden with moisture.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows darker.
Then you hear the first drops.
The water pounding on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
The rain washes our streets
and clears our minds.
Preparing us for a new day.
THE RAIN
NEW BEGINNINGS
The rain falls in a constant rhythm,
A soothing and mesmerizing sound.
Tree branches weigh down with water,
Dripping tears for the absent sun.
Flowers lift their faces for washing,
Soon shiny and crisp from the drops.
The sky clears and the clouds spin dry,
As the sun returns to herald its return.
A new day dawns around us,
New beginnings for our slice of paradise.
RAINDROPS ON MY MIND
THE PERFECT MELODY

draevendelunaSource:
The air feels heavy,
Laden with moisture.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows darker.
Then you hear the first drops.
The water pounding on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
The rain washes our streets
and clears our minds.
Preparing us for a new day.
FEEL THE RAIN

FEEL THE RAIN
Feel the wetness.
Feel the coldness.
As it slides down your arm.
Refreshing.
Smooth.
Perfect.