The weather, it just never cooperates.
Like now, as I sit
On this park bench,
I\'m drenched.
I mourn while holding
A flower with a broken stem.
And the red of the petals
Blaze against the gray of the storm.
Most people go inside,
Away from the rain,
But I just sit and think.
For I\'ve no place to go.
Thunder beats loudly
Echoing across the skies.
The weather became as my heart:
Cold, dark, gloomy, and broken.
The thunder yells,
And the lightning shrieks.
But I don\'t listen,
For I need the rain.
Oh, the rain, wet and heavy,
How it cleanses my soul.
And I\'m hoping it\'ll wash
All my sorrow away.
And now, as I sit,
Drowning in rain and misery,
The clouds open up,
And a single sun beam peeks at me.
That single beam, warm and bright,
Shines upon my dark, lonely soul.
It tells me it\'ll be okay,
And there\'s still a ray of hope.