Rain drops at full moon,
Washing away our gloom.
It starts with tickles,
Then crackling like crisp pringles.
It rolls down,
The whole of face town.
Our reflection of pains,
Flows with the rain.
Our red eyes could barely see,
That we are swimming in a bee sea.
The sting brings pain,
It drives us insane.
But we have learnt to endure,
Feeding on our pains, we enjoy.
We gather with the rain for tales by moonlight,
To pour out our hearts and feel light.
Our tales bring more fears,
And the raindrops are just our tears.
The morning will bring sunlight,
And dry the tears we shed in moonlight.
