Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head...

and at times, it pours drastically that I dont have much time to find myself a shelter to run to. One moment, it was all warm and sunny, but just in time when I was basking into that wonderful feeling, it was gone so soon. I don't want anybody raining on my parade, but I was always caught red-handed. I guess I am forever unprepared. Some would stop and offer a helping hand, i must be soaking really bad that others notice. But i keep on walking under the tiny drops of rain that seemed to be heavier each time. I never grew tired of waiting for sun shine. I always believe it is just hidding its face behind thick clouds, resigning from being too familiar. I wonder if i became too familiar for eveyone that I need to hide for awhile to regain self-worth. What i don't like much about it is that sometimes, rain pours so hard it washes out everything already, even that burning fire within you that keeps you standing steadfast in that old street known as romanceville.

On a train bound to north, i was looking past the window. Heavy rains pouring outside,feeling nostalgic. Remembering I love you's that has lost its old flame... How will i be able to reach my destination, I am again...unprepared. Will I ever be? I'll know the answer until the next rain pouring on my head.