When the rain falls, the earth sighs,

it fills the world with muted cries.

Yet from the damp, new life will bloom,

In puddles deep, in shadows' gloom.

The rain does not discriminate or ask,

It waters all beneath its mask.

It nurtures dreams, it clears the way,

For tomorrow’s light, for a brand-new day.

Like the rain, life falls in streams,

sometimes sweet, sometimes it seems

Too harsh, too cold, too far away,

Yet it nurtures, it shapes, it stays.