Raining hard,
in many sheets,
blowing wind,
starting to beat,
against window
panes of glass,
wetting siding,
now soaked.
A muddy track,
winds through,
trees swaying.
Don't get lost
in reverie,
I'm no longer,
the man
I used to be.
Raining hard,
in many sheets,
blowing wind,
starting to beat,
against window
panes of glass,
wetting siding,
now soaked.
A muddy track,
winds through,
trees swaying.
Don't get lost
in reverie,
I'm no longer,
the man
I used to be.