By Lindsay Maynard, Maynard016@aol.com
Date: 24 April 2000

Kiss the Rain

Kiss the rain~	

That instant that you decide to be alone
and that you would rather die
than stay here in this so called home. 
Driving down that lonesome road	
singing your heart out
as if it will ease your painful load,
you pull onto the road made of gravel
to sit alone and watch the sunset
and night stars which begin to unravel
time sweeps by
like the stary 
and enchanting sky
sitting by yourself
weeping and debating
upon your self wealth
neither rich nor poor
you rember that time
when that someone made your heart soar
thats when it happens...
sweet rain begins to pour,
along with your tears
and a becoming smile among your face
you my friend,
have earned a little bit of grace
so pucker up,
and sufice your pain
as you slowly
begin to kiss the rain....