I miss the rain... ...taking away he pain from an unwanted reality forcing on me the insanity of a life lived in vain, of nights full o' strain from knowing my own mortality, and days of utter banality fighting against the shame of living without finality. I miss the rain... washing away the drain from so many sleepless nights trying to reach up new heights where I can feel rid of the stain of having survived all the fights in my long and useless campaign... Oh, how I miss the rain! Falling upon the grain on my vast and lonely fields where I'm enshrined in the shields that protect me from man's reign...