Rain, rain is the tears that falls from the sky;
But rain is the cry that came from the earth.
Tears of joy or tears of sorrow,
Both sometimes, none at once.
For rain is nothing but water from outer space,
Water which found its way to earth.
Rain is everything as water is what makes us all.
But it can disappear;
And when it shape-shift as fog and steam,
Rain is nothing but a faded song.
But rain is the soft touch on my weary skin,
Exhausted and overworn, needy of caring.
Rain, rain is everything;
A tear, a cry, a praise, a hope.
Rain, rain is nothing;
But a thing you can't stop.
But to me rain is the voice that whispers in my mind,
Cry, my friend, cry;
For no water dropped is a waste of time.
YOU ARE READING
the dreamer's song
Poetrythe lullaby that sings you to sleep... but dare to listen if you're brave enough, for not all lullabies are sweet melodies...
