My Everyday Blog

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.   Source & Credit: Unknown PS 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 ...

It’s Raining And Everyone Waiting, No One Moving And All Are Praying, Calling And Asking, Helping And Serving. Trying To Reach Destination, Or Dropping In Alternate Location. Stalled And Watching, Still And Hoping, Silent And Searching, Standing And Soaking. Thinking About Loved One, Expecting Them Safe At Home. Though On Same Way, Reaching Seems Far Away, Thirsty And Hungry, Damp And Dark. Down There Lonely, Looking For Way Out. Caring And Securing, Saving And Defending Shielding And Protecting, Smiling And Crying. One Need One, To Lead By Hand, Make One Face, Any Falls Of Life. PS Wish You Were Near Here, Yet Thanks You Are Safe Far There. This How One Felts, When Struck By The Rain.