The nature of rain

Rain falls without a reason

no matter where or who

it touches tired hands

and dreams that never sleep

Drop by drop, it carves the silence

makes the glass of truth shine through

between those who stay and those who fade

without ever saying a word

The nature of rain is always the same

but some will bloom, and some break in pain

flowers in gardens, thorns in the brambles

hearts wide open, others tangled in shambles

rain doesn’t change—we do with the flame

Under a grey sky, I breathe deep

I walk without asking why

I’ve learned there’s no need to fight

if you want to grow inside

The storm can be a cradle

or a silent last goodbye

it depends on how you see it

when you’re staring pain in the eye

The nature of rain is always the same

but some will bloom, and some break in pain

flowers in gardens, thorns in the brambles

hearts wide open, others tangled in shambles

rain doesn’t change—we do with the flame

And if it rains again on me

I don’t fear it now, I know what it means

a soft touch peeling off the sky

sowing who you truly are inside

The nature of rain is always the same

but something in me wants to remain

flowers in gardens, thorns in the brambles

I chose to rise, not to unravel

rain doesn’t change… but I know how to change