Rain on the window
Blurring up the view of everything
A crescendo as the storm rolls through
My bones feel it coming
I'm getting tired of running
Drain on the curbside
Creates a view of waterfalls
Ingrained in my minds eye
Escape to any place that it isn't here
Another time of year
No use in sinking
Into wishful thinking
I have to let the storm stay on its path
The rain will fall
The wind will howl
I can see the darkness in the clouds
The rain it falls
The wind it howls
The dam protecting us will crumble down
“Men don't cry”, I say as my lip quivers
I wonder why?
I try to hold it back
Men don't cry?
Men don't?
The reservoir of tears has flood our town
