The Rain (Pleasure & Pain) Poem by William Mowell

The only substance to know pleasure and pain
You can cry your heart out, or kiss in the rain
Love can be found, and love can be lost
A drenching sheet, the only cost

Tears are hidden behind a wall
Water can drift, and water can fall
It can be a drizzle or a downfall
It will get worse if she don't call

Heated by love or frozen by fear
It all can be found in a single tear
For a lover that is moving on
Or a family member that can't really be gone

A thunderstorm for the brokenhearted
A light drizzle for the loved ones departed
An afternoon shower for the young at heart
A monsoon for those that have been torn apart

A flame of love, can only be put out
By a single tear, when there is no doubt
Laying down on someone else's bed
The lightning tears apart, what has already been said

Love can blossom, like a rose, with a kiss
You can find pleasure, you can find bliss
The heat can change the color of the rain
From a blue to a red, pleasure from pain

The flames of the sun can never explain
A girl found alone, a shot away from sane
The love that is found, or the dripping pain
Of a downpour of water, that we call rain