Sunday, April 5, 2009


Falling Down, pooling up,
Out of the sky, into my cup.

What is this wet that comes from above,
That some call disaster, and others find love.

The harder it falls, the less it is nice,
The colder it falls the harder the ice.

The rain has an art that I may not get,
So I stand still here and get soaking wet.

-Mitchell D. Wilson

I feel so complete when I’m in the rain,
I feel no sorrow I feel no pain,
I may give me a cold but I don’t care,
There’s a calming sensation from grass to air,
The feeling of love I don’t have, I will gain,
Because my heart falls open as I stand in the rain

-Rachael M. Costello

With the clouds rolling in
My soul starts to spin
The crazy feelin' that i love
Takes me away
Beyond and above
The drumming beat
Fills my head
I jump out of my bed
The one made of tears
And run to the window
I silently watch
My own private show
When it becomes to hard
To hold myself back
I break the window to shards
Jump into the rain
Yelling take me away


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