Rain falls on the just and the unjust.
I could never understand.
Does that rain bring a curse or
Shower blessings on a man.
Is it the rain that causes the river to flow?
The river that leads us where we go.
The sun shines bright in the day,
But the moon at night shines the way.
To something profane, something profound
Something as simple as rain on the ground.
Since this is my blog and I can do whatever the heck I want here is a short poem that I wrote. I was listening to a lot of sad country songs when I wrote this, and I think the influence is incredibly obvious.
Lonely stream of water running down a hill.
For a moment time stands completely still.
Giving lonely people time to think
and for the drunkard to put down his drink.
It's raining in Tennessee once again.
This is when I miss you most my friend.
But there is no use trying to pretend.
I know you'll never pass this way again.
And when I look upon the ground
is that a raindrop or a teardrop falling down.
