Multiple raindrops pelt the ground...

All on top of the soggy dirt...

With you laying in it...

The hard day at work has captured your veins...

And has filled them with hurt...

...

You spread your arms out on the soggy ground...

It feels good doesn't it?

The memories of your bed

Slowly coming to a reality as you close your eyes...

The rain becomes therapy...

You don't want to move...

You want to dream...

Drift away from solitude

And into another world...

Skies filled with golden dragons...

How majestically they swim in the sky...

Their eyes that tell many stories stare at you...

And you stare at them back...

And you cry...