When Silver Showers Arrive

Arrives. Soon it sprinkles the soil and lets her know that heaven is the slishity-slosh of rain in my head come to wash all my memories away. Cleansing drops from burdened clouds, of mournful grey when will thy come to wash away my pain? Some drops stay longer on tall branches and again falls how beautiful is the rain! The drips and drops of rain quiet, small, and grey it stays there waiting in the sky growing so weak, no energy to fight trickles among the stones in disarray if you need to be happy it's time to let arrogance be gone in the silver of showers.