The Rain

Sometimes the rain is all I need,
Sometimes the rain is all I want,
Sometimes the rain is all I have,
And it washes over everything...
Draining away the color and the daylight,
Soaking up through my clothing,
Soaking up through my skin,
And everything feels cold and gray,
And everything is cold and gray.
Sometimes the rain is all I feel,
Sometimes I am the rain.