The rain comes after the heat
It sucks the moisture of the earth
Until it hardens deep
It's not at all a blessing or a feast
Or the dance of happiness from kids
Each drop is an equivalent
An expression of grief
Beyond the emptiness it keeps
With its usual coldness
The outpouring is felt as sadness creeps
And as it glides against our windows
And we are looking out from our seat
We all share the same sentiments
It's after all the same rain me thinks
