When It Reigns

Observations amidst a rainstorm.

When it Reigns

I do not smile when it shines,

but when it rains.

The cold embrace cures wounds

and stems the pain.

For when it's dry they say to cry

is but a sin.

Yet rain seals me, and heals me from within.

Five hawks, 

carried by on broken breeze...

fly high in search of that of which to seize.

And in their flight 

I see what's to be seen.

Five hawks, 

carried by on broken breeze.

Still it rains...

Still it reigns.