Rain is a way, of the world showing, that even it can't be strong all the time.

The sky is nothing more than great, large eyes.

The raindrops represent teardrops, falling down to the ground.

The puddles they form, are just like hands, catching our tears.

The gentle wind, is the friend that cares, trying to dry the tears away.

The quiet that follow, is when you realize, the reason you were crying, was never worth it anyway.

The sunshine that follows, is the realization, that the strength to move on, is easier than you though.

you see, we all need rain sometimes..