Story of Rain

You know up in the clouds There's more to think about Than rain in mother's shoes Stories gather in Too old to pretend They're as thick as pea soup The droplets are incubating Sounds of our cries They'll fall from the clouds And wash out saving face and lies The poison in our roots Was leaked from the boots Of one thousand trampling men It traveled to or hearts Where the gasping started Will we live again? The water in our leaves Transpired with our grief ¡Alors! Seeds of good are condensating