by Erick Gaddison
The wind is blowing
The clouds are gray
As I look up into the dismal sky
Raindrops begin to fall gently on my face
I can't stand the rain
This dreary day I stand alone
No one for comfort or to hold
The world seems frozen in time
I hate this place and state of mind
My umbrella is broken, full of holes
In which the rain comes pouring through
Sullen and quite I continue on my way
I can't stand the rain
Weary and tired I dredge on
Through the streets and mud-filled puddles
Seeking shelter and rest from this awful downpour
I sadly find no place to go or hide
My feelings inside
My hope and drive is draining away
As I slowly kneel to the ground
The rain conceals my swollen face and tear-filled eyes
I can't stand the rain
As I sit there and ponder times now past
I reason and question why
But I still don't know why the storm in me rages inside
I gradually rise wiping my face and eyes
I scan the world around me while I stand to my feet and say
I must go on, because I can't stand the rain
