a world washed clean
a world washed clear
by the first sounds of rain
they wash away my fear
they make me feel so pure
that cleansing sound I hear
makes me feel like I once did
it draws me ever near
to childish glee, a hopefull path
to things I once held dear
the healing sound of water spattering rain
the splashing sound of water rebounding
it clears away, and sooths the pain