The soft pitter-patter of the the rain is soothing
Especially when with it , tears mingle as they flow
Every drop that hits the parched ground,
A fragrance fills the air and memories are stirred
Leaving freshness, that’s the scent of rain
It leaves me at peace with a mind full of hope
And joy is found from the little things,
from the gentle patter of the rain.
The wind tells me a sweet story
Of how the touch of rain takes away fears
When self wages war within its space
It swoops right in and doubts are erased
When the burden of imperfection clouds the mind with insecurities
Life is the soil and the rain breaths in life
Quenching existing thirst and redefining my very essence,
helping the dreams that were once asleep,
Wake up from their slumber
The wind says that I shall find my way,
The gentle patter of rain reminds me to embrace the day
And to look up the sky with a smile
That like rain, I can be the reason that flowers will bloom, that plants will grow