Rain, rain, go away, come again when I’m afraid.
I’ll let you wash away the fears; ears, listening here.
Hearing my words, reading my lines.
I’ll try to write the truth to avoid these lies.
They might read and wrinkle their noses; are they here to scrutinize?
Rain, rain, go away, come when you see my mistakes.
Will you talk, trickle into bigger rivers, maybe lakes?
Bigger places that bring life to many. . .
Am I a fountain that always accepts pennies?
I don’t want my art to only gush and vent;
Should I ask for your thoughts or your two cents?
A penny for my thoughts or are they free?
Can I find fresh air or am I in too deep?
Rain, rain, go away, come again when I can stay.
Sit in the rain while I think about pain.
It hurts to move when you’re frozen in time,
Stuck on a lyric, resting on a process, settled on a rhyme.
Being creative is far more than art;
Try to buy inspiration; you’ll pay with your heart.
Rain, rain, go away, come again when I have strayed.
Wake me up from my drunken state.
I am intoxicated with ideas of entertainment;
I drink up the vagueness: shallow understatement.
Stumbling around, complaining about what I can’t get.
I can’t find the words and I can’t find regret!
My vision is blurry as I look for my pen.
I have nothing to write because I’ve wasted ink again.
Rain, rain, go away, come again at the parade.
Help me to sheer my strings, quit this charade.
My pride is on full display, ready for anyone to see.
Am I ready for when the lightning hits the tree?
Fries my tower of solitude and makes it fall.
Will I respond to the jeers and calls?
Soak my vanity to the bone;
Help me think about what is