I love the rain because it quenches my bones. It makes me feel alive.
It falls on a whim to drench me with home from that same foreboding sky.
When it rains, everything is clean. Everybody stops pretending.
You can wipe that silly smile off your face—that frozen sunshine so offending.
Because rain brings winter clarity, and falls with spring-drizzled hope.
It opens my eyes, it washes my face, it wakes me to what I don’t know.
I will never wish for sun as long as I have rain. For sun will creep behind my back
And blind my blinking eyes; sweet rays of golden lies, covering all that I lack.