Raindrops Keep Falling From My Head
I am a stormcloud
Eternally roaming yet visibly stationary
Loud and proud, yet intangible
And raindrops keep falling from my head
People accept me for what I bring
That I am not a permanent fixture
But something that'll keep their fields from drying
And raindrops keep falling from my head
The only shaman who defended my existence
Swung their rope and arms around me
Tethered to the earth and strongly beloved
Yet raindrops keep falling from my head
And we both pray our futile prayer
That I can roar eternally into the night
Never casting away that which clearly bound us
Yet raindrops keep falling from my head
Ever colder, exposed to the light
I pull away from the mirror
A thousand black strands lining my sink
As raindrops that fell from my head
Exposing the flesh beneath
A curiosity I've kept hidden for years
Yet cursed by my family name and gender
Raindrops keep falling from my head
And I asked that shaman long ago
"Will you still love me when it's gone?"
And they replied as I hoped, that it was eternal
Yet raindrops keep falling from my head
Now that shaman pulls away
As my flesh is revealed and my sink is buried in black
I was a fool to believe I could ever be loved
If raindrops kept falling from my head
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