From blue to gray, the skies' colour changed.
The blowing winds were cold; it beckoned Rain.
The weeping tree raised its hands up to the heavens,
asking for its glorious blessing, begging for its sacred tears.
All was silent; anticipating the downpour to come.
All was still; waiting for the first raindrops.
Everything was peaceful, lovely and sweet.
It seems like the turning of the world stopped.
And there it came.
The sudden sound of rain pouring filled the empty space,
Everything was soaked in its magnificence, flooded in its grace.
The thirsty ground opened its mouth to drink,
to quench its thirst and weariness from the sun's temperate.
The feeling of Nostalgia and Melancholy was inevitable.
It was gloomy and dim, the day longed for some Intimacy.
In between whispers and sighs, you could hear
the sound of smiles and delightful eyes.
While the world was being cleansed
with the purity and joy of the Rain,
Souls celebrated, sang, and danced,
It washed away all the sorrow and pain.
And again, silence came.
The pouring outside stopped, the sun is here again.
Slowly, it crept up behind the clouds, and over the sky,
bringing its glorious sunlight to end the rain.
Only a memory of the sweet precipitate remains,
And now must we welcome the dawning of a new day.
It had come so quickly, but ended not in vain.