Sweet Rain

Can you hear the rain?
I hear it hit my windowsill
As it always seems to make a sound.
It's a steady beat that can stop so suddenly.
Just like my heart, fast paced, but wondering around so freely.
Willing to stop whenever my time is up.

Sometimes I wish I could be the rain.
So beautiful,calming yet destructive, silencing all other sounds.
Taking all the glory in it's magnificent beams.
Able to travel anywhere, in the presence of the moon or sun.
Following along rivers, lakes, and streams after it hits the ground.

Life has a cycle, and so does rain.
Droplets sprinkle on the sad and hurt.
Healing the lands and innocent working hands.
Stop and look at these beautiful things.
Please, just listen to the rain.