The rainfall comes on suddenly,
Ever unforseen:
Dousing all fine fires,
Making grey from green.
The rainfall comes on suddenly
Once you turn your back:
Drowning all in melancholy,
Turning white to black.
"When I am writing, I am trying to find out who I am…" –Maya Angelou
The rainfall comes on suddenly,
Ever unforseen:
Dousing all fine fires,
Making grey from green.
The rainfall comes on suddenly
Once you turn your back:
Drowning all in melancholy,
Turning white to black.