Storm clouds passing by
high above
theor torment and anger
i want no part of
i dont care for the lightning
nor the thunder
nor do i wish
for the storm to go under
instead i sit
swinging in my yard swing
wanting and wishing
for the rain the storm will bring
when the sweet rain falls
my tears can be free
released in front of the world
but no one can see
such an irony
that flows from my eyes
releasing all their truths
but the rain covers them with their lies
tears on my pillow
isnt the same for me
they fall only to be captured
thats not how i want it to be
so for now i sit
waiting for the rain
so my heart can cleanse itself
of its heartache and pain
once again ill feel better
when the rain falls to greet my heart
and when the rain passes
my refreshed eyes see a new start
next time the storm comes
whether quiet or loud
ill be out on my swing waiting
to catch the teardrops alling from the clouds.
