Rain
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2005

The rain is falling down outside,
From the clouds that pollute my mind,
Correct me if I?m right or wrong,
I don?t know, I don?t belong,

Inside this sweet home it?s warm and nice,
Outside the rain is cold like ice,
The rain splatters against my window pane,
Shatters my dreams and sleep, my pain,

It softly crushed the roof slowly,
The whole house is getting holy,
The floor lowers getting lowly,
Sinking into my dreams only,

Beautiful waves creating a notion,
Drowning in a bottomless ocean