When It Rains...

Rain.

Synonymous with both life and misery
Hope and anguish.
Cleans the air with a sweeping force
That reaches all around.

It could last for days on end
And I wouldn't even notice.
Yet it could last all of five minutes
And my head is in a spin.

As the heavens open their floodgates
And see into my soul,
I gaze intently; ever staring
At that fine and wondrous roll...