the sound of rain...

at three-thirty in the morning,
pouring down around me,
while i sit in the empty bar,
listening to epmd,
smoking a cig,
and drinking a tuborg gold,
is one of the most beautiful sounds i've ever heard in my life...

there will be sunshine,
maybe not tomorrow morning,
but the morning after,
i guarantee it.

the last three mornings,
there has been sun,
there have been jokes.

the clouds,
have thinned,
have starting to push on,
ahead of a new wind,
a new sunshine,
and i can see.

a little further,
a little more clearly now.

and everything is where it should be,
so with my eyes closed,
i know where to reach.

the day after tomorrow,
there will be sun.