Rain

Outside it rains.
Inside it rains.
The weather is like a foolish child,
thinking of what nonsense it sould do next.

Outside it rains.
Inside it rains.
Yesterday the sun filled my heart with rays of light.
Now the rain fills it with sadness.

Outside it rains.
Inside it rains.
Maybe that the sun shines tomorrow.
Maybe that she'll never shine again.
Maybe that the rain will never stop.
Maybe what will be.

Outside it rains.
But inside the sun will shine.



Written on 24th April 2002
© Sean Dimitjana Barleben