The rain, though soft, leaves marks so deep,

it touches souls, it makes hearts leap.

Though clouds may part, and sun may shine,

the rain remains, a love divine.

It calls us back to who we are,

to find our place, no matter how far.

Through all the storms, through all the pain,

we are the rain, we are the rain.

The world may change, the days may pass,

but like the rain, we are steadfast.

In every drop, in every sigh,

we live, we love, we never die.