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?