15 March 2013
Alone in the shadow of a dim street lamp, wondering about in a state of haze, self pity in my confused daze.
What is so wrong with me, that love avoids me, in a panicked flee?
Yet in the end, this overwhelming strain, always melts away, in a pleasant rain.
The clouds open up and speak in my ear, revealing a higher love, peaceful and clear.
The Rain, My Friend • Opuss № I