Brazilian Rain

The rain is pouring, my mind is storming, about all the possibilities my mind is exploring

As I lay and listen to the rain

I hear it’s beautiful rhythm calling my name

I know that its out there waiting for me

Will I go out and let it fall upon my skin?

Or will I stay in shelter where no harm as been?

Time is going, but my mind is only hoping

I hear the rhythm once again shouting out to me calling my name.

I feel the roar of the thunder

Like its the problem of my wonder

My wonder has gotten me far, but its also got me thinking about the things that have been hard


It’s full of thunder

It’s full of storms

But somehow we make it back to shore