Standing On A Balcony I Can Hear The Rain

I can hear the rain,

Leaving miles of jagged lines

Humming softly, unlike a train.

That travels through the plains,

Running on gas fueled by bloodlines

I can hear the rain.

Pounding its chest in the domain

Like a king to his concubine

Humming softly, unlike a train.

Where people toast Champagne

With a tongue stained with asinine

I can hear the rain.

Dripping on tress and rusted chains

The pine and rust fill the air; they combine

Humming softly, unlike a train.

And there, on a balcony, I can reign

forever like Frankenstein

I can hear the rain,

Humming softly, unlike a train.

The End.