Walking In the Rain

Another day, three in a row the rain comes down She found herself out in it walking to who knows where looking for a flower's bloom hoping to see it there for so many years it rained inside of her own mind love pushed away, and locked without a key to find the rain of all the hidden hurt fell like a thousand tiny drops as each footstep puddle sounded as if her heart would stop each and every drop falls down into a living well in broken vessel empty now rain will someday dwell Another day, four in a row the rain comes down