I watch the rain as it falls gently down.
slowly it puddles upon the ground.
It washes away the dirt and grime,
as it has a million times.
I wish the rain would fall on me,
so for once I could be,
clean and fresh, like the heavens above,
and truly feel the good lords love.
But instead, I feel more like,
the dirt and grime that was once there,
like the filth that washes from the hobo's hair.
Oh yes I watch the rain fall all around,
Oh how I wish I were the ground,
so I could be washed away, not forever,
just for today.