Pathetic fallacy in this moment is rife,
The rain crashes down representing my life.
It’s consistency and balance shows no truth,
It’s pouring reminds of troubles from youth.
It has a smell of confusion that lingers for time,
Who’s confusion is this? Well that would be mine.
The goodness of rain is it washes the past,
Feelings and thoughts on the ground will not last.
I welcome the heavens to shower this earth,
Clean my past and my soul shall rebirth.