Poetry of sorts

Rain

                             The rushing of water,
                              the tapping of nails.
                          All I hear is drain water,
                                as it falls off rails.

                             Outside images blur.
                              The colors are split,
                  but you feel as though they'd fit.

                           When you walk outside,
                                          it hits.
                            You have know doubt,
                            the rain will go all-out.

                               It pours and pours
                             all over the outdoors.

                          You fall asleep with rain.
                                It says good night,
                                     sleep tight,
                   it's time to go into dreamworld.
               Take flight while we say good night.