The Black Rain

I am sinking into the black rain, The house is like an overflowing drain, It is covering up all of my pain, But cannot wash away my brain. I am a cranky bard with a passionate soul, It is covered with all of my isolated growls, I am waiting for another black summer to end, The black rain is the most gorgeous embodiment. The right to write a letter, To kill the conversation even better, The last word to confess, Here is no curse in my implausible silence. A lazy rain am I, The skies refuse to cry, The obsequy is awaiting the frame to arrive, This night provides another sight. Even if the rain can resemble the bard, It doesn't matter whoever recalled me so hard. At this very moment, The empty frame is set free and entombed.