ITS MY RAIN
As I feel the rain on my skin, I am reminded of how small I've been, In the grand scheme of things, I'm just a part, Of the rain's journey, from sky to heart.
Raindrops falling on my face, A soothing touch, a sweet embrace, Cool and gentle, they dance and play, As I stand still, in the midst of the day.
Each drop a gift from the sky, A treasure that no one can buy, Cleansing the world, washing away, All of the worries and cares of the day.
As I feel the rain on my skin, I am reminded of how small I've been, In the grand scheme of things, I'm just a part, Of the rain's journey, from sky to heart.
So I close my eyes, and let it pour, A reminder of what's worth living for, Simple pleasures, that fill us with glee, Like the rain falling on me.
About the Creator
Safeera Sathar
With pen in hand and heart on sleeve,
I weave my thoughts,
My words may not be grand or bold,
Hoping my words will make some gain.
So if you find me on this page,
Know that I write to engage.
To touch your heart, to stir your soul,
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