my soul is much the same

My soul is much the same

I can hear the pounding of it on my window.
I look outside and the sky is falling.
Rain and gray is all I see.
It is almost a mirror to me.
My soul is much the same.
Raining tears and overflowing.
No, the drains can’t keep up.
The streets are empty.
Maybe even lonely.
My soul is much the same.
I wonder if the rain will ever stop.
If the sun will ever shine.
Will it ever be bright again?
Will I ever want to go outside?
Walk along the street?
My soul is flooded with rain.
Tears of my own flowing.
Will they ever stop?
It is raining harder now.
Harder than it ever could.
I am lost in the noise.
The street seems to be a river.
My soul is much the same.
I pray for the sun.
Hoping it rises again.
Hoping the ground will dry.
The skies will be blue.
Joy will be the noise outside my window.
My soul is much the same.