The Poet

Forever Changing

The rain falls in the moonlight every night 

This is the time of night sorrowful souls take to the sky 

And the sound of the monsters inside or outside engulf your mind

A dry wind blows a wave of change 

Hard times turn to better times of life 

Life turns upside down in a moments glance 

Rain has washed the spirit clean of hate 

The rain has washed the spirit clean

How could rain change the soul in the matter of one foreboding day

Forever changing and always in our lives 

The rain can wash the Earth of dread and death