Rain

I’m so lost within this cloud of thought. Why must I try to find love When it’s like trying to capture a star. I know that I’m to blame for chasing something that will inevitably will find me. That, however, doesn’t make the pain any easier to deal with. The rain starts to fall harder, now as I grow closer to the end, And I’m drowning in the undertow. I struggle desperately to stay afloat, searching diligently to find dry land, But, in vain, for there is no comfort in sight. I look skyward toward Heaven: Praying for God’s merciful Love, but my pain subsides for just a moment. It rains on the just as well As the unjust, but which am I?