I like to listen to the rain The pitter-patter resurrects my soul Making my heart moan The wavy patter winds the navigation Internal damages upon the window pane The noise becomes a melody Repeating the lyrics ???I???m only happy when it rains...??? Yet for me, the compilation is desire A strong volume in rain Is nothing compared to the marks Left behind For now the shield of tears Become daggers Ripping apart each shingle Flying off the roof Located above my head A hurricane of memories flood my mind Swimming in sanctuary I scream Pounding each vibration Of lightning Discoloration of my immortality Making my mortality Discovered Each slow loop of my eyes dwindles The cold glass becomes hard on my hands As I stop to breath