Rain.

Walking down the roads

In the rain

Everything is perfect

Underneath the stains

I am not a queen

I do not reign

I cannot make everything

Shine this way

I can’t make the grey roads

Sparkle

I can’t make the sun feel shame

I can’t make rainbows

And I can’t cover tears

By being just the same

I can’t create silver linings

I can’t make the tall trees smile

I can’t make red flowers grow

And I can’t make you walk that extra mile

I can’t refresh people near death

I can’t sparkle without shame

I can’t fall on everybody

I am not the rain.