Rain

Little girls / in their
mothers' pearls
they look so happy
Like a perfect / magazine

Little boys / running down
the street
Like a wave
like a wave

Early morn / tapping
on my door
barely gleaming
there's a raindrop / in my sill

condensating / under-
-neath
is the day
is the day

Look at me now
Forget me now
No longer am I...

There's a rain / that
never stops
the one within