As the last drop falls from skies so wide,

it marks the end of this gentle tide.

But in that drop, a world stays,

A memory of joy, of loss, of pains.

For in the rain, we find our truth,

In every storm, in every youth.

Life, like rain, will never end,

it only pauses to begin again.

The clouds will gather, the rain will fall,

but in the heart, we hear the call.

To live, to love, to learn, to grow,

In the rain, we find all we know.