Where My Storms Do Not Wet Others
Where My Storms Do Not Wet Others
My troubles fall like rain on borrowed roofs,
Strangers pass by, staying dry, untouched by a drop.
I see smiles like fields drinking another’s storm,
So I carry my thunder in silence, vast as the sky.
Strangers pass by, staying dry, untouched by a drop.
I see smiles like fields drinking another’s storm,
So I carry my thunder in silence, vast as the sky.