voice
©1999 by angel

when it rains you are my muse
my soul, my voice, my very existence
and on the clearest night you cloud my thoughts
make it impossible for me to speak
or sing
or think
why do you torment me so
and love me at the same time
are you my enemy
or my angel
and what am i to you
inspiration
or clouds
on a rainy night you fill me
consume me
bring me to the point of breaking with love
and on the clearest night you drown me
distort me
blind me

pray for rain