Clouds cover the sun
And the earth becomes still;
Then the rain comes, first small drops
Then heavy drops, pounding against faces;
Pounding against hearts.
As I sit, listening to the beating
Of the rain on my window,
Of the thunder cracking in the sky,
And as I sit, watching
The sky being parted with lightning,
I see that people are upset,
That life is not perfect.
But is the rain a sign of despair
Or is it a sign of hope?
Cleansing the earth,
Washing it of its deepening sadness.
Gradually, the rain slows.
The clouds part and the sky brightens.
A new world.
Green grass, fresh with the sky's old tears;
Sun, shining brighter than before;
Hope, making its way through darkness.
Such is life.