Best Depressionrain Poems
today it stormed inside the house
while outside it was sunny and warm
it thundered and rained so very hard
it was no ordinary storm
the winds they raged in every direction
and made the rain fly and not fall
some rain few upward through the wind
in the cyclones many claws
then the calm of the storm finally came
i could see the sun so calm and new
it was just like a day in spring had come
except for the damages that storms do
but suddenly again the tempest it raged
the wind seemed to blow out the other end
i'll hold on tight with all my strength and might
knowing my storm is you
1,2,3,4
Constant knocks should I let them in?
Each raindrop holds a different meaning.
Sitting on my window sill pondering the rain.
This intangible feeling i can't seem to fulfill.
It's touching my heart, I'm feeling the pain.
A clock ticks somewhere in the distance.
Who knows how much time has gone by?
It's like time has built a resistance,
or somehow just fell shy.
It's hard to keep constant track,
when i'm just counting the rain drops.
Falling slowly, quickly dropping,
eternity will end.
This rain ain't stopping, oh no..
my sanity i fend.
If I dodge each drop,
just gotta look through the rain.
If i break through the dark clouds,
just gotta make it through sane, oh yeah..
fighting through my pain.
But instead I stand beyond my window,
counting the rain.
Each drip in sync with each tick.
The sky engulfed in pain.
This feeling holds no description,
just waiting for a break in the rain.
The raindrops pantomime a story,
filling in the empty space.
The wind a whispering narrator,
a feeling I can't complace.
It's what lays beyond the final drop,
that captures my hearts desire.
So I sit here, waiting..
counting the rain.
5,6,7,8..
Falling slowly, quickly dropping,
eternity will end.
This rain ain't stopping, oh no..
my sanity i fend.
If I dodge each drop,
just gotta look through the rain.
If i break through the dark clouds,
just gotta make it through sane, oh yeah..
fighting through my pain.
But instead I stand beyond my window,
counting the rain.
Just counting the rain drops..
the rain will always be with me
the rain i will always be without
and till its inevitable dusk
this little ghost,
having sewn his eyes shut,
will cry and cry and cry
until his inevitable dusk
all around the annual clock
will he cry and cry and cry
until his eyes open up
from being sewn shut
ever so tightly.
he will eventually lose his sight.
ever so lightly.
When my rain falls it falls like acid,
it burns me on my soft, pale skin,it's
like I've been casted, casted away
fromthis angel who has not one sin,
when my rain falls it hangs over me,
it has the power of my key, the key to
my darkness, it's a deep dark sharpness,
a sharpness that pulls me to my other side,
I need some place to hide, when my rain
falls it cries out to me, saying: "YOU LOVE
HIM YOU IDIOT!", and its true, I feel it, that's
what happens when my rain falls, it calls me.