Some view rain as dismal, depressing.
But I have different eyes:
Rain is hopeful, proof of survival,
A blessing in disguise.

The sound of one raindrop,
though silent when alone,
pairs itself with its brothers,
and gains a violent tone.

And I when speaking,
Cannot be heard.
Without my Brothers,
I don’t say a word.

I’m reminded in rain,
of the strength to look farther,
of the wisdom it takes,
to sow and to wait,
with the patience of the farmer.

Rain soothes the earth,
And prepares it for more.
So that good things can come,
even through war.

How many times have I asked,
For this pain to be taken away?
Can I trust that the One who made rain,
Knows what to do when skies are gray?