Cleansing Rain

Cold rain falls against the pane,
of my home above the clouds.
cool and brisk
smell of dew
as rain drops to the ground.
In hopes in which I still believe
that all the bad is gone,
That it would wash away my pain,
my sorrows that hold on strong.

and when the sky realeases,
all the rain it tends to hold
I anxiously await  the sun
to shine my darkend soul.

To which I tend to emerge from
when the rain has finally set.
the brightness in the aiir it fills
My feet still very wet.

softly i tend to recognize
the changes in my heart,
That give me strength when I am down
and gets me out the dark


Oh rain wash all my pain and fears,
come back to me someday.
And wash all of this hurt I feel.
come back again one day

A cleansing of the body,
Of spirit and of mind,
Baptism of some sort 
With  the bad real far  behind.