When the rain falls,
it pours upon my weary soul,
ravages my weakened defenses,
tearing down the crumbling walls of my weary heart,
causing me to drown in the murky depths,
of despair and misery,
'til at last I can bear to live no more.
Donavon Scott Vinson
A poem about the misery of life when things just never seem to go right.