When It Rains (April 12, 2000)

the world is a different place when it rains
the water falling, calming, cooling
washing it all away
the angry and bitter voices soothed

I find the humblest truth
not in any awards or words
not in praise bestowed upon me
but in blood and tears

and the droplets hit my face
stinging me softly
and the sound is like music
delicate glass chimes

a hostile world of sullen gazes
sharp as knives umbrellas
your ignorance pierces me
just like the words you never spoke
in that hot blaring sun

my face is wet now, with the sweetness
the clouds have wept with me
and this gray day wraps around me
rocking me gently were I its babe

In that gentle embrace
I will find my certain solace
my own voice another glass chime
I let the pain bleed away

and so I have turned my face to the rain
I have let it cry its tears upon me
and I have not forgotten you
but I have let go of what I wanted us to be
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