Rain, rain is the channel 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 edege 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 what life has in store for you.
But in order to see sunshine in the end
there would have to be rain in the beginning
