Spring Rain

I watch the rain hit my window A late Domingo My thoughts flow, I feel like such a weirdo Stuck in limbo Some of my skin shows I smell the rain; it helps me erase the pain The pain once engraved in my brain The pain that after years remained I have so much to gain, so much peace to maintain As I watch the rain hit my window My tears I try to contain, the good energy I try to sustain Again, and again Iโ€™ve trained my brain To only entertain the thoughts that donโ€™t drain To only entertain … Continue reading Spring Rain