Is it raining there inside you?
It LOOKS as if there's rain,
The way you walk,
the way you talk,
those eyes so deep with pain.

I know you're not the type to cry,
you bear all that you can,
but pain's deep trace engraves your face,
and indicates...'a dam.'

Is it raining in those walls,
those walls of flesh and veins?
There's a thunder when you move,
that says...'INSIDE... it rains.'

Don't let the walls store up your rain,
don't hold it there for years,
open up your window eyes,
and flood out stormy tears.
Un-dam the bolted upstairs door,
let words of turbulence out-pour.
Let the waves inside tide out,
whisper drips, or spurt a shout.

Is it raining in your walls...
those walls that dam your pain?
Release the well,
life's burden tell,
My friend...let OUT... your rain.