poetry

Rain

Clouds over the mountains,
Sky vast and clear,
I venture further,
An ocean with wings appears.

The time for rain is unknown,
But one thing’s for sure,
My thoughts will be cleared,
Pain and sorrow endure no more.

Like a small seed,
My purest form will grow,
I won’t bury these feelings,
I’ll let them show.

I completely understand the feeling of finding comfort in watching the rain. It’s like the rain has the power to clear our thoughts, even though it can be both intimidating and cold😊. If you’re not a fan of the rain, think back to the times when you played in it and listen to the soothing rhythm of the rain.❤️❤️

Thank you for reading through to the end.

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