"DOWNPOUR"

today, is somewhat a dull day...

as for many maybe, but not for us who think of what to do when caught astray...

i know a few hundred that plead for their freedom...

the freedom that is being constraint in the unquenchable boredom...

grief, regret, sadness, and sorrow...

not much people defines a feeling like there's no more tomorrow...

of laziness, inactivity and sloth to some...

they let the day pass, since they think there's more to come...

separation, disconnection, and break up...

emotional baggage others hold and still they pick up...

gloom, darkness, and obscurity...

tears falling, people try to amalgamate for a short atmosphere of anonymity...

freeze, chills, colds, and  control...

sudden stops and halts, being satisfied peeking  through a rusty peephole...

sacrifices and advancing distance of goals...

like frosty, bitter, wandering souls...

all above implies something with a term rain...

some even associate it with pain...

it may simply hold you in a burrow...

broaden your mind, this same rain helps a lot of things grow...