“Let the rain
wash away
all the pain
of yesterday.” 

Skylar Grey, Coming Home, Pt. II

I think I understand

why people write songs about the rain

so much

for these songs carry stories in every

raindrop, raindrop, raindrop.

Perhaps it is the way raindrops let themselves dance

to the rhythm of the clouds―

so delicate, I wanna dance

too.

Perhaps it is the way raindrops let themselves sing

to each other’s sweet echoes―

so elegant, I wanna sing

too.

Perhaps it is the way raindrops let themselves just be―

no expectations,

no control,

no fear. 

Just be

who they are meant to be,

as they showcase their beauty.

I think I adore

how the rain pours down to touch the ground

very much

for it screams its name in every 

raindrop, raindrop, raindrop.

I think I adore

how the rain splatters across the surface to touch the windows

very much

for it screams its name in every

raindrop, raindrop, raindrop.

The rain and I

are friends.

When I smile,

the rain smiles back

through every

raindrop, raindrop, raindrop…

The rain understands

what it means

to wash away

the worries, the doubts, the troubles

of the past.

The rain washes them way 

through every

raindrop, raindrop, raindrop…

So when

I put up my umbrella

and step outside,

I reach out with one of my hands

to feel the rain

rushing through the lines of my veins.

Through every

raindrop, raindrop, raindrop,

the rain washes away the worries, the doubts, the troubles

at-hand.

Slowly

but 

surely.

Let it be,

let it go,

let it pour.