Testo Rain

(by Michael Grimes)

Rain on the rooftop and a sad afternoon
Quiets the trees with its sound
As the rain washes clean, the feelings unseen
And quenches the root underground

It collects in the gutters, they're choked with debris From last year's season of change
Flows down the spout like a river of doubt
That's so long been polluting the veins

Coffee and newsprint and afternoon rains
Always makes me think of you
But here we are now, with no idea how
To return to the way we knew

The weight pulls it down and the histories drown
In the ocean of lies and deceit
Now the rain's overflow, leaves us nowhere to go
And the memories run out in the street