Pitter-patter, pitter-patter,
sounds like soft feet.
Falling between the earth and the sky.
Crashing when they meet.
Grey fog floats everywhere,
covering the view.
Nothing can be seen,
Except me and you.
You are always there,
through the hurt and the pain.
You stand by me and I by you.
All the while you keep me sane.
In the end,
I’ll say one last thing.
“Thank your rain,
for everything.”
