I'm sitting here in the pouring rain,
trying to keep from going insane.
Crying my eyes out,
and just wantin to shout.
And as I sit in the pouring rain,
the only feeling I have is pain.
Pain of the mind, pain of the soul;
pain of the heart, and pain of the whole.
Gettin soaked in the pouring rain,
thinking there's nothing in the world to gain.
No way to win, you can only lose.
With all the horrible stuff on the news.
Now I'm sobbing in the pouring rain,
shrieking on the inside with vain.
So much is wrong with the earth;
I think a whole new generation needs to be birthed...
In the Pouring Rain
I love sitting in the pouring rain, but sometimes, it gets me thinking...Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
