Abyssal Words

Water droplets fall from the sky,  And the darkness falls around,  The dark clouds hover above me,  As I step on the hard, rocky ground.  The night is melancholy and quiet,  And there's not a soul around,  No sound except for the rain can be heard,  As I keep walking on the ground.  The rain gives comfort to my lonely soul,  And it heals all of my wounds,  The touch of the rain makes me feel so great,  As I just keep walking in rounds.  But soon the rain stops and the clouds go away,  And the birds start chirping around,  I feel like I am not lonely anymore,  As I step in the mud on the ground.  ~Mystery Night

Dark clouds that hover in the sky,  And the melancholy night that makes us cry,  Is the beauty of the rain,  Which comes again and again.  The sweet smell of the soil on the ground,  And the plants and flowers that bloom around,  Is the beauty of the rain,  Which comes again and again.  The children playing that are full of joy,  And the birds on the trees who just enjoy,  Is the beauty of the rain,  Which comes again and again.  The eagerness to make paper boats,  And watch it as in the water it floats,  Is the beauty of the rain,  Which comes again and again.  The sound of the rain touching the surface,  And the way it can fall with such a grace,  Is the beauty of the rain,  Which comes again and again.  ~ Mystery Night