People are like rain.
They are falling,
and crashing.
They thought that was meant to be;
falling,
and crashing down to the earth.
They thought that's just how life works.
They thought life could only throw them down.

I was one of them, back then.
Until I melt down into a pool of storms.
I was falling,
and crashing,
and crawling.
Until I found myself sprawl in the middle of the storm, flowing with the others.

But I stopped.

And bless myself among happiness; rain.