It's Just Raining
It's Just Raining
Rain, a whisper from the sky,
A silver thread on the windowpane,
Washes the world with a gentle sigh,
And cleanses the soul of its lingering pain.
Each drop, a prayer from a cloud above,
A holy kiss on the thirsty earth,
A testament to a cosmic love,
Giving new life and a fresh new birth.
The thunder's rumble, a divine decree,
Shaking the dust from the tired ground,
Waking the spirit to finally see,
The sacred silence in the storm's sound.
So let it fall, let the heavens weep,
Let the waters rise and the rivers flow,
Into the ocean, secrets to keep,
Where the spirit is planted and begins to grow.
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Is it's just rain or some more for One?
For One, rain is definitely more than "just rain." It has a calming effect, a way of forcing the world to slow down. The sound of it on the roof, the clean smell after a downpour, and the way it washes everything clean—it all feels like a reset button. It reminds me that even in moments of chaos or sadness (the "storms" of life), there can be a sense of peace and renewal.
What does the rain mean to One?
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