oh how i love the pitter patter of the rain..
it soothes my brain..
it keeps me sane..
it helps ease just the little bits of pain.. 
but if it were not for may..
i wouldn’t be able to listen to this all day..
i pray that you stay so my skies continue to be gray..
so i can’t feel any of the dismay.. only delay..
i’ve learned how to astray.. stay far far away.. out of ur touch so you have no leeway.
day by day im swept away by the way it was taken away.