This is for the misfits
There is rain dancing outside
And it slaps your cheeks and feet
You would join it and you’d dance
Yet, you’re not feeling the beat.
There is rain dancing outside
And it’s cooling down the street.
You would use it for your thoughts
Yet, its drops can’t wash the heat.
There is rain dancing outside
For your burning soul to heal.
Yet, its touch won’t cure the wound
Cause it’s not your rain to feel.
