The rain For a little while, nothing would come I just sat here waiting, staring Outside, it stopped raining, but inside me it's still pouring The cold, wet drops of salty fluid Raindrops, hitting the cheeks of my soul Or tears, streaming down The line of another fresh new scar Another one you can't see But one I can surely feel. For once, even I don't know why myself, I savour the comfort of silence Accompanied by the soft, gentle humming And the stumbling of supporting players Look at the wind blowing from every corner Pushing it one way, pulling it another What it is, is confused, distraught, lost Wanting to do one thing, daring to do another Able to accomplish none of what it wishes for Confined to another barrier, called time Prospects for tomorrow are looking down: Forecast for this week: rain.