A Summer Shower
by Megra


I hear the gentle patter of the rain,
Dancing down from the sky, cleansing all the pain. .
I see the clouds, an expanse of white and gray.
Blocking out the Sun and staying there all day.

Why is She in so much pain that the Lady has to Cry?
The rain continues falling, as if some one had just died.
I hear the wind, rustling through the leaves.
A song to let the world know that a lady's heart is the one that bleeds.

Why is She in so much pain that the Lady has to Cry?
The wind continues singing, as if someone had just died.
The summer shower falls on and on, growing louder in Her song, Cleansing the world of all our pain, in the Lady's steady rain,
The rain that represents Her pain of her children who have lost their way . . .