In the eyes of the unspoken rain, we are weak.
It rains on us in a torrential downpour
Thats soaks our clothes and chills us to the bone.
We try to hide it with facades of folly smiles and laughs,
but in truth, our soul cracks with each rainy day.
we have all been rained on in some way,
be it a sprinkle or heavy rain
Some of us being lucky,
having the umbrella of hope
some less fortunate.
It is a storm that no one dares to speak of,
a rain that we think no one can understand.
We all understand,
we have all gotten rained on.
No matter who you are or what you have been through
The unspoken rain doesn't care.
It finds us all.
The unspoken rain is:
LIFE
