A 'Ray of Sunshine' Blog, By Indie Author Jordan Alexei
I watch as they fall, As they renew, as they wash away the dirt.
I watch as everything is wiped away,
clean, new, fresh
Oh bliss, Oh rain, won’t you wash away me, myself?
Won’t you wash away my troubles, and leave only joy behind, grant me anew?
Oh why, I ask why can’t I be washed off, rather than away?