Raining
Today,
Washing
The
Mountain
Away,
Turning
All
Around
To
Shadowed
Grey.
Air
Planes
Bounce
Across
The
Cloud
Crowded
Sky,
On
The
Way
To
Some
Where
Dry.
Would
That
I could
Take
The
Trip,
Give
All
My
Troubles
The
Slip,
But
Here
I must
Stay,
No
Chance
To
Get
Away
From
Present
Pain,
Falling
Over
Me
In
Crystal
Globes
Of
Rain.