Rain rain is the gentle 8910,-129)that no one wants to turn to

A series of bad signals that no one wants to belong to

Yet it purifies and brings purpose for the next sunny day

As my tears reach the edge of my nose

They fall to meet the rains' reflection from the ground

In that same breath when cupid shot me down

So fast i wondered how you could not

See through the storm of my parents in store for you

But in order to see sunshine in the end

There would have to be rain in the beginning