The sky is crying, it lets out tears down to earth.
Some youths go outside and play with mirth.
For some, it gives them peace of mind.
And for the others, it opens something they've confined.
It mesmerize them like it's the greatest piece of art.
Maybe they wish for the water to fill their heart?
The drizzling sound, the damp smell, and the cold air.
It is as if the bright world you know fall into despair.
But, without it, life would never be born.
Because the world is not in mourn.
It's just giving a remedy to the world full of pain.
That is why we ought to give our thanks to the rain.