It is the sky crying after the clouds have fought,
It is the tears of God for the feeble world below.
Rain falls and dries as days come and go,
Rain is the cleansing of nature, the purifying of souls.
As droplets come pouring, my years keep on passing,
As bad times overwhelm me, rainbows enlighten me.
Rain restores what humans destroy,
Rain puts out the burning flames.
And as I lay here under my sheets,