Rain.
i want rain  rain to clean  rain to make me go to sleep  rain to tell me it is time to go  rain to tell me to justtake things slow  rain to come to cloud the skies  rain to come, late in the night  rain to come, with lightning and thunder  rain to come, to wake me up  from my wide-awake slumber  every waking moment a surreal dream  by the sound of thunder, shattered atream  every memory, past present future  drenched in the waters of the eternal rain  rusted coqwheels, crusted from disuse jolted to movent by volts from above. To know it is meaningless, yet why do i still chase the winds?