The rain falls down in sheets of gray,
A symphony of drops at play,
And as they dance upon the earth,
A deeper meaning comes to birth.
For in the rain, we see a gift,
A cleansing power that can uplift,
And wash away the stains of time,
That mark our souls with grime and grime.
The rain is like a healing balm,
That calms the mind and brings us calm,
And as it falls upon our face,
We feel a sense of divine grace.
It speaks of cycles, life, and death,
Of rebirth and the spirit's breath,
And as the raindrops hit the ground,
We hear a voice that has no sound.
It's the voice of nature, of the earth,
Of all that's been since time's first birth,
And in its whisper, we can find,
A truth that's pure, and unconfined.
For rain is more than just a storm,
It's a reminder to reform,
To let go of our earthly ties,
And reach for truths that make us wise.
And so the rain, it falls and falls,
A message from the ancient halls,
That we are but a part of all,
And in the rain, we hear the call.
