The rain reflects the world we know,

In every puddle, in every flow.

It mirrors our joys, our sorrows deep,

Our waking thoughts, our dreams in sleep.

In still water, we see our face,

and in the rain, we find our place.

Life, like water, is ever changing,

ever flowing, ever rearranging.

We grow, we falter, we rise again,

like rain that falls, then starts to wane.

The clouds may pass, the storm may go,

but in the heart, there’s always glow.