Peter Doherty Follow

I am the rain
Held in disdain
Lotions and potions just add to my fame
They rhyme that in Spain
I fall on the plane
The truth is I'm ruthless, I can't be contained

I'm the rain

My friend the wind
with breath he is twinned
he'll blow high or low high tornadoes to spin

My mother the cloud
in widows black shroud
Gives birth to the earth before fields can be ploughed

Up in the sky
we've demand to supply
I am necessity
Base of the recipe
I'm the rain

My cousin the snow
lays blankets below
states that her flakes are but threads to be sown

My rival the sun
who ripens the plum
is feared an revered he gives sight to the gun

I am the rain
Held in disdain
The truth is I'm ruthless, I can't be contained