Rain, Come wash me clean.
For God sakes, how long has it been?
Soak me down to the bone
Help me to not feel so all alone.
Wash away all my fatal sins
when it rains, the healing begins
Drive my soul, deep past the brink.
Cleanse my soul in the kitchen sink.
Monkey's can only do what they know
So make sure not to miss the last show.
Help me stay away from my newfound sins
that turn to forgotten sins when the healing begins..

10/19/2003

Author's Note: I wrote this about how I love to stand out in the rain and the essense of this poem is how you can let go of something bad in doing something you love...

Posted on 10/19/2003
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