Pitter patter like a song,
the rain sings at my window all night long,
I feel as if,
rain is A message,
to let you know it's okay,
When you feel you can't go on one more day.
Sometimes I feel,
the rhythm is the only thing that keeps me sane,
Like the purity washes away all the pain.
Rain heals A broken heart,
that had once been loved,
then ripped apart.
You see, on your weakest days,
the rain is your band-aides and stitches.
Healing your soul, and stitching up your broken heart.
Having felt like nothing,
but now like God is giving you a brand new start.
So before you curse at the rain,
Just remember, one little thing,
There is no harm it can do,
For it twas far more pleasant than you.