I listen closely at the tapping noise on the window, I look outside, it is rain.
When I look at them I see four things, beauty, hope, sorrow, pain.
Rain is similar to us in ways, it starts off high up in the sky, with no cares, no worries and then down comes the rain
It lands on the floor, down it fell,
Most people hate the rain, running away from it like it is an antipersonnel.
But when the light of the sun shines,
The particles of the rain begins to rise.
It's like life, when you hit the bottom, from being at the top you will eventually rise up again
But then again, down falls the rain.
Like, things get terrible in life, then things get better,
But then things go wrong again, like how the floor gets wetter.
You get brought up, just to be let down,
That's like learning how to swim, just to drown.
It will be that way till the end of time,
You'll just have to deal with it, like falling off a mountain after trying to climb.
Things won't get better if you don't get through the worse things,
Just sit tight and fight off the negative things life brings.
