All the pitter-patter prints different patterns in the back of my mind. I try to be shelter in turbid times.
All the chitter-chatter puts new coats on old characters, at the forefront of your thoughts. I pray we make the most of these rainy days.
You storm in, I storm out. Its almost always windy in our city, scatter-scatter, raining pain again… We try to drip dry under damaged umbrellas.
All the helter skelter, yet you are still, and I am still your shelter