Hard Rain
Hard rain on my face,
On my body like an alkalade,
No where to hide,
No where to go,
Encompassing every inch of terrain,
Clearing the large webs of pain,
No choice,
No voice,
It runs through my mind,
from that child left behind,
Stripped to the bone,
Hard rain on my face,
Warm drops replaced,
With strength
Once a child,
Now grown,
Not feeling,
Ever alone