Pisaries Creator

The rain will not stop
It is too powerful
Drops fall every which way except down
Fat and juicy and squishy
Looks out the window
The eyes do not see the enemy
He could be her friend
Or possibly a savior in human form

There is no God here
Jesus Christ only exists when something is wrong
A slight chill in the summer
Found in every part of my bones
Ignore the worst
The sides will not change alone
Finds the answer when it rains harder