I stand in the rain,
It’s drops falling onto my skin,
Sliding down my body.
As each drop reaches the ground
A worry is washed away,
Washed onto the ground
Creating rivulets of water,
Forming into streams
That slide into rivers,
That get cleansed in the sea.
The purity of its vapour
Rises into the sky.
The clouds gather,
The rain falls,
Cleansing the worries
Once more from our souls.