There is something unique about the rain
Draws the mind into a state of reflection
It soothes the pain
As closely shaped as a tear drop
Quenches the earth's roots
Washes away all that pollutes
Some complain of the rain
But not this dying soul
Battling out her last days
Watching as it hits the windowpane
All she asks is god let's her dip her wings down
When heaven calls her home
For this life now has been outgrown
No matter where she may be
She will forever welcome the rain
And so should we
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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