Rain

Rain, starts to color in my window,
as we lay I watch.
You came to me with your grey coat and your polka dot socks.
The droplet drumbeat starts to carry you away,
to sleep.

Now I.
I wish there was a door,
so I could explore your dreams.
The beautiful kind that people write about in their magazines.
I'll go inside and see what excites you,
the things that've been denied to you, and give you all that I have.

Now I know that,
the world may be bad.
That's when you take a lesson from the rain,
you wash out of anger's arms until you flow right back in to mine again.

In time,
I want to show mine, all of the dreams that I own.
Split between the ones above and the ones down below.
The top is filled with beautiful places, the ones that I want us to go.

Down below,
lurks the villain of our Broadway play.
The one that causes our clear thoughts to go astray.
That leads to us fighting, denying and finally crying like all young couples do.

Now I know that,
the world may be bad.
That's when you take a lesson from the rain,
you wash out of anger's arms until you flow right back in to mine again.