I have tried to walk in the rain,
I did want to face the thunder
despite the fear and strain.
I liked getting soaked and cold
I liked the hot coffee and stories untold
But now it is the thunder
That makes me more terrified
Under the dark clouds before the rain
And now I see the rain exhale
The storm from the heat within
For some, it is the rainbow
That lightens up their day after the rain
But for me, it is the downpour
And the cold winds that follow
For they don’t need an anecdote
To illustrate or to portray.