Rain

The rain drops they glisten,
As tears from my heart,
Shout
Softly, yet noticed,
As they flow quickly out.

Out from within,
As the good from the bad,
The separation eternal,
No purpose to be had.

No purpose? You say,
You being me?
Me being who?
I am all I can see.

I am who I am,
And the question remains,
Who is I am,
But the God of the rain.

The God of the rain,
Controls the raindrops that glisten,
As tears from my heart,
Shout
Softly, yet heard,
If only you listen.