Rain, Lament, by Doug McKenna

Wide eyed and staring
Wet grass is tickling
I only hear you breathing
And the softly creeping dew

Spent the day dreaming
Spend the night singing
Always entertaining
But I greet the morning blue

Why?
Why does the rain come down
When all that I need is the sun?

The awakening arriving
Spend the season dying
But I cling to hopes of rising
On a Sunday afternoon

Why?
Why does the rain come down
When all that I need is the sun?

Desire comes in waves
And never enough is too much


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