Dripping and loving it |
I have found my home
And it was laughing
It was laughing at you.
It was laughing at me.
It was laughing at this construction of we.
I am a child of the rain.
Soak me through.
Drown me in your sorrows and your happiness.
I can take the pounding, thundering, roaring
I am sound.
I am silence.
I am the up down yo-yo that spins circles around you.
You call this form?
It contains, it traps, it holds, it comforts.
Do I contradict myself?
Hell no.
I meant what I said and I said what I meant
But I'm not some big eared beast.
People always blame the sun
When it's the rain they should be watching.
Watching before it washes you away.
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