Oh! It's Raining

I leaned outside the window
The day, dark and gloomy
Hazy view, stormy horizon
Feels like déjà vu
My bones frigid and skin weary
Oh! It’s raining
I feel sad
It’s cold, covered in blanket I read
Tales of beatniks, philosophers and holy saints
Their quest of sanity and divine revelation
It’s foggy, dreary yet serene
wondering mind and poisoning solitude
Still gratifying and soul shaking
Oh! It’s raining
Maybe I pray for sunlight
It’s been a while, locked up inside
Buzz in my head, restless
They don't seem to go away
Oh! It’s raining
I feel happy
The earth will soak my sins
Washing away stains of anguish
I want to be pure and holy
Wind blows, carrying leaves to ground
At last we meet the dust, anyway
Distant rumbling of thunderstorm fading,
Faint haunting symphony,
The birds singing melancholy tune
The ephemeral becomes eternal
I already feel nostalgia.