It Rained On Me Poem by James Papastamos

It rained on me one lonely eve
the skies were blue, her skies as grey;
With drops of rain to dry my soul
self-pity was never this gay.
It rained on me, her tears ran wild
and carelessly caressed each cheek;
Was ever time so cruel to be
that memories were mostly bleak.
The rains limp wild, but rainbows dance
my attitude so arched its way;
As tears of joy now rained on me
I smiled, I laughed, and did what may.
I’d pity those who’d rain on me…