Falling from the sky,
Pitter-patter on the roof,
Made when the heavens cry,
Swooshing down on my head.
Gentle drippings,
Soft and wet,
Give way to a downpour
Of life and regret.
The sky is gray and gloomy,
And the atmosphere is sad,
But for some strange reason,
It makes me feel glad.
For some reason, rain makes me happy because it looks so gloomy. It feels good, too.
