RainRainRain is like pearls f a l l i n gfrom the sky.Each drop is precious,But each one that hits us hurts;stingslike a slap on the wrist.Let us close our eyesand imagine that each drop,each precious pearl,is a cruel word we've said."Go to hell!""Why don't you just crawl in a hole and die?!""You should just give up. It's not like you're going to win anyways.""He only likes you because you're pretty."Hey, bitch. Say that to my face.The reason it is rainingis because God is using"an eye for an eye".He's showing us just how mean we've been.Do us all a favor, and the next time it is rainingremember all the things you saidand don't say them again.