• I've had my share of troubles.
    I can't escape my past.
    There's no sure-fire way
    That anything can last.

    I stare outside my window
    As clear drops fall onto glass.
    Yet as the surroundings glisten
    They shine without contrast.

    I open the window wide
    Letting rain flow on my palm,
    My face, the feel of wetness
    Rushing in, a touch of calm.

    I don't know when storms end.
    I don't know where they begin.
    All I know is that I'm praying
    That there's one that I'm not in.

    I simply sit down and wait
    For the raining to subside
    Pleading for light to appear
    And waiting for it's comply.

    Just remind yourself that when
    Your outlook glimmers 'Plain'
    You can't ever have a rainbow
    Without a little bit of rain.