This is how it is when it rains,
This is how it feels when it rains
Running down coldly full of pains.
The yailing call of whippoorwill,
Hear wailing from the window sill,
Sorrows can't wash away , just spill.
Across night skies come screams and shouts,
Always sure that nightmares bring doubts
That life nor loves can ever rout.
Here am I in sinister plots,
Stuck forever, depressions lots,
Despondent corruptions, my spot.
And yet I dream and hope for news
Though hear only White House ruse.