When Raindrops Remember

The clouds arrive, their voices low,

They teach the earth the art to grow.

Each silver drop, a fleeting song,

Reminds the soul it still is strong.

The puddles form where shadows lay,

Yet in their glass, the stars will stay.

What drowns the soil can feed the seed,

What feels like loss is hope we need.

The thunder roars, the branches bend,

But storms are not the story’s end.

For every tear the heavens weep,

The earth will bloom, the roots run deep.

And when the morning clears the sky,

The flowers lift their heads on high.

They show the truth the heart must keep:

The rain that breaks is rain that heals.

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