Again I say.

Rain of rain,
Come down again,
And drench my skin.
Let your subtle magic,
Cleanse my sin.
And let the future cold,
I know I’ll feel,
Never in.

This leaking sky,
Has not passed by,
And the day is vivid,
Under a gloomy sheet.
The covering clouds,
Show only yielding ways,
And I can’t wait,
For another sunny day.

In sun and rain,
The world is made new,
And that brings joy,
To us all.

But for now,
Rain of rain,
Come down,
Break on my crown.
Make my newly dry,
Head of hair,
Wet again.

And the grin on my face,
May seem misplaced,
But in truth,
I love a warm storm.
And this may be at odds,
With what you think,
I just said.
But it is not.

And so,
Again I say…