Rain,
rain upon the roof,
pelting down in the town,
where you told the truth,
but what good did it do,
because people seem to want people to suffer,
and for what reason I wish I knew,
because you were you,
and did not believe in you,
and what better could you do,
for the problem was theirs it is true,
and they,
they pervaded your thoughts,
with such negative retorts,
when you attempted to help,
in a buoyant swell,
of effervescent mood.
Oh, how rude,
how rude, how rude,
but now you are happier indoors,
away from negativity,
and happier to be alone,
listening to the rain,
for blissful,
blissful is nature's symphony,
because it brings great beauty,
and no pain,
no pain.