RAIN

Rain Mmmmmmmm  I know this well. 

I cry a lot as I walk in the rain, as no one can see my free falling tears.
That I wear on the outside as well as within.

The ocean's I cry these days, with nothing to look forward too.
Just at a stand still.

On a bridge I stand, over a small stream. My tears fall freely below.
Into the stream to flow on regardless, to meander. 
Travel to parts unknown.  That's me.

The sun comes out my tears evapourate.
Clouds form from my tears to free fall,
again from above.  The circle of
life continues. But why do I?

Electric blue lonesome blue, so blue