Pain

I felt a painful blain, during the feverish slackening of repeating rain The pain far worse than a usual swell, reminds me how it rains in hell If the drops could not perish from their comfort zone, my wound would want to make a moan More than a red mark; as the rain continues, I felt my wound hit by a spark The pain goes on like a wheel cart, only stopped when it loses its spiel I wished the hectic drops would retreat, one step to become a memorable defeat