Rain Poem by David Thomas

it comes from the earth
and it gives back too
these tiny tears hidden in
such enormous drops,
they pound our flesh and housing stronger
than any man-made fashion
could ever do

and in the nights we're lonely,
oh the damage they will do
i love the rain
so full of nostalgia and anastasia
here we are again
the same songs on repeat
the music stopped long ago,
and now they're just playing along
deep inside my head
where walls can cry
and windows can tell all
here is what You wanted,
buried beneath it all.