One rainy afternoon...

The rain...
Its enduring power to keep you sad.
Makes you think a lot, sleep a lot, dream a lot.
Sit by the window, lie in the bed.
You think about your life at present,
Your life in the past,
Your unknown life ahead,
And your life that you wish could be.

The air smells filthy.
The sky is dark,
The birds playing "It" in mid-air,
The raindrops sound beautifully like waters flowing in a little falls.

The rain is a bless.
The land so dry, so thirsty.
I overheard on the news... a storm is coming
But people rejoice, giving warm welcome
As prayers were heard.