Blinded

As it pours down in sheets, Droplets spear my face and skin Im drenched in an instant, This downpour mirrors the loss i feel within. Through its river i wonder forth, Blinded, i call your name As i reach up to wipe my eyes, My lashes i find soaked not with rain, But the tears i cried. There is no shelter, And i dont know how long the grief will last I am already soaked to the skin, All i can do is wait and hope this storm will pass And sunlight will dance on my face once more.