.....in the rain

The park's a lonely place in the rain
Tears falling from the sky
Like the weather's in pain
Everything is muffled, there's barely a sound
The swings are deserted
No one else is around
It's solemn, dismal, devoid of excited din
Almost quells any emotion
That runs deep within
But, I love the park in the rain, no doubt
It's where your soul can be soothed or scream and shout

A caravan's a strange place in the rain
Lying in the darkness
The sound pulsing in your brain
The noise is enveloping, encompassing all
Some say no chance to sleep
In to dreams you can't fall
Disturbed, never ending restless nights
Not what you wanted
For your holiday delights
But, I love being in a caravan in a huge downpour
The comfort and solitute is something to adore

Lunch sitting in the car is noisy in the rain
Watery spots on the windscreen
Form again and again
Radio stations can't quite drown it all out
It lingers in the background
Continuous, throughout
Drumming it's rhythm precisely to beat
With my internal thoughts
It's trying to compete
But, I love being at lunch, in the rain, in the car
My thoughts and wishes can carry me away far