The Heavy Rain

I walk in the rain trembling and alone White drops of despair weigh me down In our erratic world, how would I have known? That I'd lose my only umbrella just ahead of town I still walk on because the drops are harsh And I need to find shelter again With the potence of rain, how many illusions will wash? When these fade away, what will remain? I still often look back, it causes me pain For the road I travelled is long, I cannot take it again I still lack the umbrella with which I ventured here The uncertainty of my life fills my heart with fear I still with dismay, ask myself the same What if all this happens again? What if I am travelling in a loops disclaim? Eternally repeating just the same