Pinochle In the Rain

I love the rain, On some deep unconscious plain. It seems to seep in and soothe The pain of an overtired brain. That never rests, Because of the stress, Brought about by bad choices. And sometimes the voices That never seem to leave me alone, Behind the eyes they plot And manage to accomplish What they desire to dethrone. The King of Hearts is now a Jack, Using Diamonds to fill the void left by his Queen. Using a Spade shovel, she buries their past, And some of her skeletons too. I mean, she wants to start fresh, and squeaky clean. I love the rain. It brings forth new life, An attitude changed; serenity, acceptance, courage to maintain. To learn, to grow, to believe. The hope of a new relationship, And a budding love with my seed. I need him, he needs me and we need him on high. I must not waste anymore, the time's getting slim. I love the rain. Because it opens my mind, My thoughts are simple, and the truth I seek, I find. When there's a storm, There's calm before and after, But the journey through I s, to me, what really matters. I love the rain.