I wish it would rain, so I can hear it’s beat <br />dripping drops on the street, letting the drops hit my cheek <br />As the water drips off my chin, I get ready for it again <br />I never slow down, I never try to sin <br />I ease my soul to Christ, an inner feeling excite <br />Cause when I grab my pen, it’s a sensational force <br />Like when lightning strikes, and than rolls the thunder <br />There’s no cover, no where to go under <br />So I stand tall with pride, ready to dignify <br />I raise my hands to the sky, Letting the rain fall down <br />DRIP, DRIP, DROP, what a wonderful sound <br />My clothes get wet, so I gain a few pounds <br />I got my ups and downs, as the rain covers my town <br />I walk around, feeling no pain and glad, <br />that I wished for rain.<br /><br />Mark Bauch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-wish-it-would-rain-part-2/
