“I think the rain is when the sky cries for us.
The sky looks down upon lost lovers, struggling children and suffering parents and wails for us.
The sky is trying to tell us it cares but we do not know and we can not listen.
The rain is a pleasing sound to my ears, it calmes my nerves and helps me think.
The rain brings out a clean mind and often on that mind I scribble.
The sound of rain is rhythmatic and the feel of the earth being cleansed is therapeutic”
-for if a land so filled with hate and crime can be cleansed then why can’t i?