The Rain

What does the rain always seem to cover up?

The rthym of the rain,

the feeling of pain.

the rain always covers the most in life

being stabbed in the back by people you care about,

or people you know.

a cut deeper than knives.

the rain is covering the lies,

warfare and fights in front of our eyes.

the ties that keep family and friends together.

the ties that keep people hoping forever.

they're dissipating into high stakes.

We, the children, are the future, yet you punish us for our silly mistakes

but who are the ones that are teaching us?

ones that are fake.

the rain has been here longer than eternity.

it hears, it sees....it cries.

it hears all that dies.

it sees all the blood.

it cries all the time.

why do we fight?

they say we need ordinance, we need right.

didn't we say we were all equal?

if we are equal then why don't we live in peace,

instead of this hell we've created all on our own?

paying debts,

blood spilling,

the earth is dying because of the conflict we force upon it.

not chemically,

it can't be fixed medically.

we are harming it,

building on it,

wasting land, and taking homes.

the flow of rain that follows the rivers,

into the oceans,

flying in the lakes,

and dripping sorrow-filled into the streets.

they all try to scream, always chanting.

"you're killing our mother, our mother she is fading"

no one can hear them, no one wants to care

only at least one would stare.

one would stand and wait,

wait and see if it's not too late.

we need someone that cares, we need someone to lead.

someone who knows equality.

but when that person comes, our race, humanity...

will have ended.

Author's Note

uh i don't know i just really like the rain, it calms me and puts me to sleep.
rain doesn't sound so terrible as i put it. it's like a heartbeat or a lullaby. just listen and see, when you concentrate, idk about you but i always smile.