1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 We run through the rain,
fuelled by the power,
regardless we play,
where the weak would cower.
We run through the rain,
play through the storm,
and we are free,
disregarding the norm.
Though we are drenched,
though our teeth chatter,
though we’re cold to the touch,
it just doesn’t matter.
We can’t see a thing,
our calls lost on the wind,
but we don’t want to stop,
this is what I thought
as we bantered and grinned:
“This is who we are,
this is how we live,
this is what we take,
for all that we give.
These moments of freedom,
where we disappear,
forget it all,
discard all care.
For these moments,
from which we gain,
for these glorious moments,
what is a bit of rain?”


Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/rain/