No I won’t compare the rain to the tears of sad lovers
And I won’t compare it to the pain of so many others
For the rain is the most comforting sound in my mind
As it lets go of the clouds, leaving the grey sky behind
No I’ve never yelled at the rain, not once, not since birth
As it beautifully drips, drops, and drizzles while it pounds on the earth

-Nora R