the words i might have ate

i'm hurt and in so much pain
dont even know where to begin
everything from herein
will be a piece of my undying love for the perfect rain

pick me up, lose me again
all i am is trying in vain
somewhere beyond the similarity
lies the different between pain and sanity

dictate, and procreate
the words i might have ate
sail the hope, for more hope
too much is never enough

making a mockery of out novelty
nothing seems to be on parity
everybody has a price
everybody has something to give
and everyone seems at odd with the world

a perfect rain is more than a drizzle but nothing like a downpour...
a perfect rain sways in the wind, to the left and to the right...
a perfect rain inspire, endure and elevate people...
a perfect rain is not an inconvenience, but a gift...
a perfect rain refresh everything, the car, the people and even the grass...
dont you just love the smell of grass after the rain...