Rain
Rain is like the tears we cry from our eyes. It purifies the soul and helps heal what hurts inside.
Rain it could never tell no lie it comes down so soft it soothes away any worries or bad thoughts in which we try so hard to hide.
Rain such a beautiful name that God gave it such a powerful role to play.
Rain used for so many things but metaphorically its my tears I am to ashamed to show on my face.
My rain shows all my pain but growing up I’m told if you make it rain your weak so make sure the sun is always showing on your face.
My rain is held so deep inside some say it depressing but I feel like its a secure place to hide.
My rain has helped me to be strong it tells me now grown so its okay let us out so we can heal and cleanse your body make you completely strong.
My rain is a blessing in disguise when it pours it cleanses everything so that the sun can come out for good and shine.
