Bitter woes for some, A blessing for others.
The rain ellicit emotions.
Some are reminded of their first kiss,
The others, their cry after losing a loved one.
It destroys but it also blesses us with new life.
People are puzzled why I love the rain.
It was when my first kiss happened.
It was when I encountered my first fight with my lover.
It was when I first made love with someone important to me.
It was when I cried so hard after a favorite pet died.
It was when I found the job that made me so happy.
Rain is not that bad.
It’s a blessing to those who needed cleansing.
It’s for the thirsty souls searching for quenching.
It’s the pitter patter of relaxation when stress sets in.
It’s a love hate relationship.
After the rain, we see the promising clear skies.
