When you step outside at night,
And the air smells fresh and clear,
And it begins to rain a light shower
across bare skin,
It all makes you want to shut your eyes,
And cry,
But not because it's sad, because
it's beautiful.
The world is so beautiful,
It's a shame about the people,
A shame that we ruin it for everyone,
For each other,
Thunderstorms and pouring rain, wash away
all the shit,
all the hate,
and hurt.
Then, here it comes-
Here comes the morning,
And
all falls down.