It's Not Just Rain
Life is a beautiful thing.
The way the wind blows softly
across your cheeks
on a breezy spring evening.
But howls like a mighty beast
late into the night.
The way the water trickles
down a cool, narrow creak.
But fills a roaring river,
each drop easing its way
to be the first to spill over
the towering waterfall.
The way the clouds shed tears
and bring devestation
upon thousands.
But how the rain seeps
onto the soft, rich soil
gives hope for a good
year of harvest.
The way the darkness
of the night brings fear
upon the weak hearted.
But it brings peace and hope
for a better tomorrow.
Life is full of contradictions.
Rain is just rain,
but it's not just rain.