What of the Rain?

The man in the nice suit said rain was looming,

So you turned to the window to see the sky,

It was gray, it was dark; a storm was brewing.

So you turned to me and asked,

What does the rain mean to you?

The rain is beyond us. The rain is eternal.

A reminder that we have no true control

Other than watching; writing in our journal.

The rain washes us, it’s a rebirth for all.

A reminder that we too have redemption

Over a past we may rather not recall.

The rain hides our tears, which are lost

Like memories that blend into the back

Of our souls, as time is of a high cost.

The rain is indifferent, the rain is a blessing.

For what else can you love more

Than the kisses of droplets caressing.

The rain is you and I, falling from the sky,

Falling in love, and coming together

In a puddle; till we fall again up so high.

What does the rain mean to me?

It redeems without love,

It hides tears without knowing,

And it loves through pure instinct;

The rain is all that there is and ever has been.

Rain down.

Rain be you,

Rain be me.

Rain be us.