echos in rain drifting in waves
I used to take comfort in seeing you every now and then. You made it possible for my flowers to bloom and would wash away the grime of the day. You'd offer a gentle sound as a backdrop to life. But now, you've taken so much away, you constantly threaten us and you continue to make me uneasy. How ironic that we need you to live but at the same time despise you for being here.