(In rainstorms.)

Bend and sway to the rhythm of the trees
Warm spring rain washes over me
Naked skin, and naked feelings
In rainstorms you will find me

My body moves without my control
The wind's touch caressing gently
The sky splits wide before my eyes
In rainstorms you will find me

It was one of those days
Midas' touch turned everything grey
Fashion conscious and forsaken
Rainstorms live inside of me

Fairy tales and lullabies
Our love was make-believe
Broken hearts in metal pieces
Rainstorms live inside of me

The secret garden now forgotten
Where angels danced with me
I loved you now, more than then
In rainstorms you will find me

What is this thing that comes and goes? 
It's not a lonely sadness, though I feel lonely.
It's frustrated and tired, appalled by things.
But I'm not angry or dejected, nor do I feel
Self-loathing as I understand it, so very well.
Rather, this is a kind of sickness, weary and
Aching in my heart.  It gums up my mind and
Burns out my patience.  I hate no one and
nothing, I don't feel alone or unloved, but
still I feel unfulfilled and unsatisfied.