RAIN

A poem I am working on:

So many seasons have past;
Feeling really tired from finishing last.
Calendar's the only way I know it's three years this October;
I can't believe I'm still the only one who seems to remember.
How does Fall always seem to slither up so silently, us hiding, immediately in a garden of leaves?
I guess it all depends on what we choose to believe, receive, and perceive.
For me, the weather, the seasons, it all feels the same;
If I feel anything, it's usually pain.

I just know if it were to rain
I would forget the pain
As if I were finally waking
And all this is a lie the Devil’s been faking

Logic is trailing far beneath my sentiments disguised by sensations
I imagine his circumvention has been this way for generations,
Probably since the beginning of creation
I can see the scenery changing before my eyes
Being concealed; I forget my mind and heart,
Tearing every reality apart
I only seem to feel the Devil’s lies
And only what I feel is determining what is real

I just know if it were to rain
I would forget the pain
As if I were finally waking
And all this is a lie the Devil’s been faking

Bring down the rain to clean life up a bit
To let the floodwaters lift logic out of this pit
Mortality isn’t the only reality
Especially if we understand morality
Is connected back to a relationship with You
To know, cling, follow and love You through and through
Since I only seem to know what I feel
Can’t You begin to determine what is real?

I just know if it were to rain
I would forget the pain
As if I were finally waking
And all this is a lie the Devil’s been faking