There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed

i love the slightly gloomy weather, the rumble of the thunder as if ruminating on the transience of life. the cutting off from others as one is cooped up in the little cubicle, surrounded by the grey-green light filtering through the trees and rain.

and the promise of perhaps a cup of cocoa somewhere in a cosy nook with the warm smells of roasting beans and the chatter as life rushes by. i guess that's what i like most about rainy days. the promise of warmth and cheer somewhere at the end of it all.

but as of now, i will sit and watch the rain drops fall as the earth lurches away from the sun.