A night of rain brings many memories, each drop whispers the words of 
love for those you cherish.

Let it fall and soak to the earth like it 
does your heart; or put out a bucket and collect each thought.

The thunder may interrupt this harmony and the lightening may cut through 
like all the troubles you have.

But when the morning comes, the sun 
will rise, shinning through the final droplets of the soul and 
illuminate into a rainbow; where each color reminds you of happy 

The next time you say those three fateful words or are held in 
a warm embrace, listen to the sound of the hearts around you...do they 
sound like rain?


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741