Rain And The Mad Poet

The rain pours on mercilessly
Without regard for the tears it causes.
See souls forging on fearlessly
Without regard for the path it courses.

New hope is born
After the storm
Though houses are torn
Lives will take form

In the rain
The floodlights still shine;
As it washes down the drain
The partybreeds still dine.

See the rain flooding a merry rave.
See the ravers merrying in the bloody rain.
The rivers flood houses without hesitancy,
As men shiver with the chills of ecstasy.

Epilogue:
The mad city poet is out,
Basking in this haze of the rain.
His brain is cut out,
Soaking in these lessons of the rain.