My Skyward Shield

The only thing strong enough to mask these tears, is the rain itself.

When will it rain?

When can my tears be masked

By that which God sends?

The tears from the sky.

Every drop is like thunder,

Every gasp, the greatest shock

When will it rain?

When can I mask this pain?

I've held it in too long,

I can't be seen like this,

But I'm not this strong

I need the rain.

The clouds are always with me,

Even with the sun's shine

The storm is always raging

Ruling in my mind