The Rain Loves Me

Sometimes I feel like the rain hates me It pounds upside my head It attacks at my psyche While I lie awake in my bed But I see it Something far off The way gets lit And someone tells me to ignore that scoff He makes it all right He’s there through all the depression To help me continue the fight To let go of the oppression And our month of the year will be December The month that we will celebrate The month we remember That little conversation During the night of the rain Had me pacing with anticipation But started the beginning of no more pain But here’s what remains Through my attacks My stabs in the back The urge to end in my life With one swipe of a knife But there he was My hail My storm But that just means more Of the sun The fun The run And that’s all there is The rain loves me And fortunately so does he