How I hate the rain

The days before the rain came, everything was fine.
A great man stood before me that kept me in line.

Then the rain came.

The day grew old.
The air was cold.
But the rain wouldn't go away.

The rain grew stronger.
And for him.
The pain was no longer.

Oh how I hate the rainy days.

As he layed still.
My eyes began to fill.
And on the inside my world was shattered.

The rain was still here.
Anger swells and I fear.
Fear I can't hold it in and I I want to scream out for the world to hear.

Why must the rain come.
To wash away a precious loved one.

The rain stayed for months, without a glimpse of the sun.

Damn how I hate the rain.