It Rains In My Mind

.... And there I was
Seated at an open local bar
Wondering in the thoughts of my 24-year-old self
As I watch the rain dance in their puddles
Hoping that the man sat by my side, would notice my gloom
And perhaps ask "Is everything ok?"
I’m used to the casual "Yes, I’m fine"
But this time, with the journey that awaits me after the rain (literal)
And the fear of remaining still in the rain (nonliteral)
I just might bear my heart out to a stranger.
Like me, he doesn’t look like much,
And since I’m concealed by the roof of this bar
The rain will do little to hide my tears
The attention of others will my sobs call
As I share my tale of lack, their heads they’ll shake in pity
And when they get home, my story they’ll tell to their kids
As a moral to be grateful for the little they’ve got
Because out there, people, like me, have it worse.
Nah.... Imma choke on my pain like I would on my pride.
If in the end the rain never seizes, then I shall let it drench me
Then my tears will it hide and my pride reveal.