The Rain catcher, I believed they called her,
Dashing and dancing about in the rain,
Carrying a bucket of all your pain.
Drip, drip, drip…she’d watch as the bucket filled.
She’d never flinch, not a drop would be spilled,
And you’d catch a glimpse of her reflected smile
As you again poured your pain out to her.
And that glistening face could only put a smile on yours.
She’d learned to dance so beautiful in the rain,
She loved her sopping hair, her shining knots,
The feel of the drops running down her cheeks.
Drip, drip, drip…she’d watch as the bucket filled,
She’d never flinch, not a drop would be spilled
As from person to person she would run,
So they could pour their heart out once again,
Hoping that after all the storms, she could finally bring them sun.
But the rain, it plays a melancholy tune.
The rain she collected, a burden to bear.
And when the bucket was full her dance would end,
And that smile would finally be washed away,
A mask. For in the bucket she’d glimpse his face,
Staring back at her, the source of her pain.
And now she would finally let it all out,
Knowing no rain catcher would ever come.
Drip…drip…drip…from her eyes the tears run,
And now as if by chance…out comes the sun.
I’m back. Like I never left.