I hear the rain, softly, softly drumming

Marching on into the night

Drifting over shore, over land

Marching into eternity

Marching into the night

They travel far to distant lands

Marching into eternity

Drifting over shore, over land

They travel far to distant lands

Far from home, from bed, from familiar...

Drifting over shore, over land

From familiar sights, sounds, touches...

Far from home, from bed, from familiar...

The rain marches on

From familiar sights, sounds, touches...

Is it sad? Is it angry?

The rain marches on

Upset at its wandering nature

Is it sad? Is it angry?

Does it feel anything? Does it

Upset at its wandering nature

Does it feel anything?

Does it feel the

simplicity of

everything?

The rain

marches

on