Watery Sunshine

The Rain's Constant Pour Blackens The Concrete Pavement Into A Dull Gray It Dances As It Recoils Off The Ground...I Refuse The Umbrella You Hand To Me As Rain Isn't Troublesome, It's Just Misunderstood...Sorta Like You And I... I See The Rain As A Gift Go This Ugly, Yet Beautiful World We Live In... And We Should Be Grateful If Anything That We Have Such A Wonderful Thing Gracing Us With Its Presence... So I Walk In The Rain With The Warm Embrace Of Its Light Touch On My Skin Like The Feather Of A Bird...Or An Infant's Soft Cheek... The Rain Is Nothing But A Watery Sunshine...