Rain & Morning Dew

As the rain falls on this soft and quiet night,
but why is it that this sounds so gentle,
as if melodies start to form from the rain's trinkle,
I saw it then I see it now, 
that this pleasantness was here to stay till the end...

Listening to this sound I've come to realize,
that maybe a symphony can be played from my cacophony,
as if this rain knows you more than yourself,
cause maybe the clouds above have been looking at me,
till now and hopefully through the end...

my past, present, future are not filled with sadness,
because the clouds above bless me with their delightfulness,
hearing the music form from the drops,
it caresses me and fills me lots,
that I'm not alone as long as the rain is shown...

But as rain comes from the clouds,
it too will follow where the wind blows,
no matter where it goes,
And that what I'll see outside, 
is either the rain or morning dew drops...