The rain obscures the horizon
It swallows the lights and the dusk
Its approach inevitable
And I know that I cannot run

It has washed away the skyline
A bright city turned dark vista
Everything man made liquefied
A world of unprocessed design

No one has emerged from the squall
Some have managed to outrun it
But they do not pause to describe
What they saw behind the rainfall

My house was built by others' hands
I know that it will wash away
I am accountable for my form
And wonder if I will withstand

I will cross the border of rain
Trapping removed, I leave my home
To know however briefly
What parts of me may remain