Standing I the Rain

Standing in the Rain, 
gazing at the oak, 
that holds my life and soul,
the sound of 'cluck, cluck, cluck
on that special trunk. 

Standing in the Rain, 
nothing but as lame,
I don't know why I came,

Standing in the Rain,
my favourite thing is gone,
I can feel the pain,
caused by men and metal, 

Standing in the Rain,
when it is time, 
memories are gone, 
nothing keeps me calm,

Standing in the Rain.