Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. No infringement or whatever
technical term you would insert here is meant. I'm not copywriting any of
this b/c I'm lazy, but I would still dislike you plagiarizing my work. In
short, only the way these words are used are mine. Harry Potter isn't
mine, in caveman's terms.
I've always liked the rain.
There's something about it that is just so soothing.
It's like God is crying to cleanse this world and sweep everything away.
It's a moment in life when everything is just on hold for something as comon as water.
It can't be stopped by anything, even the stone walls of a dungeon.
After all, down in the dungeons, it leaks. You can hear the drip-drop of water seeping through the cracks in the stone.
I used to think of the stone in the dungeons as my fortress, my armor, my way of keeping everyone out even as they storm into my room
But it leaks, and they keep coming in.
And as they finish with me, they call me slut, bint, bitch, and other things.
I know that already.
I have always know that I'm what they say and so much more
Maybe that's why I love the rain.
It cleans me as nothing else can
It's the only catharsis that will ever purge the black from my soul.
I know I've been bad
How else would I deserve all of what they've done to me?
When they come into my room and throw me onto the bed,
When they raise their hand and start hitting me again and again,
When they tell me to do what they say or else they'll hurt her again and again,
When they hurt her again and again anyways, just for fun,
I curl up into myself, hoping it will stop soon
And wait for the rain.
Because the rain will always come again
And no matter what they do
They can't keep the rain from coming
They can torture me until I'm insane
But they can't keep the rain from coming.
They can hit me and heal me again and again
But they can't keep the rain from coming.
They can torture her until her screams will linger in my ears forever
But they can't keep the rain from coming.
They can make me scream again and again I don't want to but I have to
But they can't keep the rain from coming.
They can kill me again and again and bring me back even though I don't want to
But they can't keep the rain from coming.
They can do anything
But they can't keep the rain from coming.
I always shower and bathe after they finish, but it's not the same.
Rain is so natural, so right, that it can't help but heal the world
God is crying, so what else can rain do?
God is crying, with every other angel in the sky.
The earth is hurting, and they want to help it
They don't know what to do though.
They're out of ideas.
So they cry
and cry and cry and cry.
The water flows down from heaven
and they have done something.
They have healed the world.
They have healed the world by cleaning it.
They have healed me by cleaning me.
And now I can live again.
I've always loved the rain.
I've always liked the rain.
There's something about it that is just so soothing.
It's like God is crying to cleanse this world and sweep everything away.
It's a moment in life when everything is just on hold for something as comon as water.
It can't be stopped by anything, even the stone walls of a dungeon.
After all, down in the dungeons, it leaks. You can hear the drip-drop of water seeping through the cracks in the stone.
I used to think of the stone in the dungeons as my fortress, my armor, my way of keeping everyone out even as they storm into my room
But it leaks, and they keep coming in.
And as they finish with me, they call me slut, bint, bitch, and other things.
I know that already.
I have always know that I'm what they say and so much more
Maybe that's why I love the rain.
It cleans me as nothing else can
It's the only catharsis that will ever purge the black from my soul.
I know I've been bad
How else would I deserve all of what they've done to me?
When they come into my room and throw me onto the bed,
When they raise their hand and start hitting me again and again,
When they tell me to do what they say or else they'll hurt her again and again,
When they hurt her again and again anyways, just for fun,
I curl up into myself, hoping it will stop soon
And wait for the rain.
Because the rain will always come again
And no matter what they do
They can't keep the rain from coming
They can torture me until I'm insane
But they can't keep the rain from coming.
They can hit me and heal me again and again
But they can't keep the rain from coming.
They can torture her until her screams will linger in my ears forever
But they can't keep the rain from coming.
They can make me scream again and again I don't want to but I have to
But they can't keep the rain from coming.
They can kill me again and again and bring me back even though I don't want to
But they can't keep the rain from coming.
They can do anything
But they can't keep the rain from coming.
I always shower and bathe after they finish, but it's not the same.
Rain is so natural, so right, that it can't help but heal the world
God is crying, so what else can rain do?
God is crying, with every other angel in the sky.
The earth is hurting, and they want to help it
They don't know what to do though.
They're out of ideas.
So they cry
and cry and cry and cry.
The water flows down from heaven
and they have done something.
They have healed the world.
They have healed the world by cleaning it.
They have healed me by cleaning me.
And now I can live again.
I've always loved the rain.