With rain made

With rain made, flowers grow 

Or that’s what I keep telling myself 

When you leave me out 

Then, bring me under cover, like so 

I know you don’t mean to do it on purpose 

Society looks, and all of us really take notice 

But when can we stop playing this game 

And show each other that it is what it is  

I guess you can say

I have been through with it

As I’m sitting here, thinking

When will he move on with it