An Old Friend

The rain has been so long in coming

An old friend

Just when I need him most

Pouring down, down, down

 

Clean my soul, aid my friends

Help them please, make amends

I cry and scream and hurt

I stumble in the dirt

 

The other side I long for

The other side I crave

I look to what lies beyond

At the other side of the grave

 

But time is not yet finished

So much more work to do

And with some grace, and helping hands

I know I’ll make it though

 

The rain drips down the shutters

And leaks in through the cracks

It warms my heart with gladness

That nothing I do lack

 

A reminder that I’m starving

For the words I did neglect

How could I be so blinded?

How could I now forget?

 

A dusty book

Written by a friend

Is the only way

For me to make amends

 

The rain it is so soothing

It runs into my soul

It keeps me warm and healthy

It brings me back to home