The Man Who Holds The Rain

In an empty room

With a window to the world

There lives a man

Who holds the rain

He never talks or take a snap

Of everything that passes by.

The people see him as someone

Who dislikes the society well

He prefers to be alone

And alone he prefers to dwell.

Behind the tainted glass window

A world is a sea of emptiness.

The Man who holds the rain

Dislikes everyone who loves to shine

For him the world is a scenery

Of a never ending useless plan.

Look at yourself---my dear.

You might be that man in near.