Why I cry in the rain, no one shall ever know,
my tears are soft like the bright white snow.
I walk in the puddles, in which my tears had formed,
nothing I seem to be doing is in the norm.
The crystal clear tears flood the ground and create a huge lake,
something only a supernatural human could make.
I watch the loud ripples from the drops of my tears,
this I know absolutely no one hears.
If I truly express myself I would cause a riot,
so I tell myself I must remain quiet.
Scared of what might happen if someone sees the tears of my pain,
and now I have revealed why I cry in the rain.