Song Of The Rain And The Road Poem by Kleinbooi Soyani

Hear now the tale that the storm has sung,
When skies were heavy and the earth was young.
Upon the glass, the rain did write,
A thousand runes in the fading light.

From drops that fell like tears of fate,
Rose dreams of mortals who dared create.
Through shadowed halls and tempest's roar,
They sought the truth on a distant shore.

The journey began in the cradle's hush,
Through fields of laughter and rivers' rush.
But time, relentless, carved its mark,
And led them forth through realms of dark.

Each droplet spoke of trials endured,
Of hearts made strong, of hopes secured.
Mountains loomed and oceans cried,
Yet onward pressed the human tide.

For life is a road that bends and breaks,
A song of courage the storm awakes.
And when the clouds at last grow thin,
The sun shall crown what souls begin.

So let the rain upon glass remain,
A hymn of struggle, a noble strain.
For every scar and every pain,
Is part of the epic the stars ordain.