Rain.
It washes away my sorrows
And brings me hope for another day.
Cleanses my soul and rids me of my pain,
Erases tears that have fallen
Once again.
This rain is my savior
And is a gift bestowed upon me.
It washes away everything that hurts
And gives me hope of another day.
What graeat way to think of rain I am going to water my life with these words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ms. Rachelle, this poem is good! There was a time in my life that I felt such sorrow because I am not contented and I always want more. But because of my great parents and God, I became happy. I still want more but I get that 'more' through faith and works and not in a bad way.