It's not like the rain that drops from the sky
and holds all the clouds together
it's not like the rain that pounds on roofs
and drips through the sparatic leaks
Nor does it resemble the springtime sprinkles
that make your hair just a little too wet
or the summer mists
that just barely dampen your skin
It's more like a winter rain
that makes you feel miserable
or like the autumn down pour
that you watch solemly through your window
It's a rain that only one perosn can feel
and feel the emotions of too
And as i wipe it off my cheek
I pray, my storm will pass soon