The rain hit my eyes and it stung,
When I blinked the droplets away.
But yet I still looked up at the sky,
And smiled away the gloomy, dark clouds.
When it rains,
And I am sad,
It is nice to think,
That the mud on the ground is sadder than I am.
And no matter how wet, or cold my emotions may be,
The leaves on the trees are wetter and colder.
When I cry, and tears fall from my eyes,
I like to think that the tears that fall from the clouds,
Fall faster and harder.
And no matter how much I weep,
The thunder weeps louder.
And no matter how much I scream,
The wind screams louder.
So,
I know that I can't compete with the rain,
With its dark shadowy frown, and it's hard, thick tears.
And I know, that no matter how hard it is to smile,
And laugh,
The rain has no choice but to be sad.