It’s raining again inside my head
That sound that sooths while still
In my bed listening to the imaginations
Of the mind
It’s raining again and myself I do
Find smiling at the thought of the
Streets being empty and body and
Kind that fewer and fewer there will
Be to find those whom drain of my
Emotions physicality and mind it’s
Raining it’s raining and I really don’t
Mind I think I shall go for a walk