The rain is strange,
I feel it I don't know why.
No one knows its range,
Many drops of water falling from the sky.

It's a reason of happiness- someone believes,
While for some other it's a reason to cry.
As it rains, someone lives,
While many other in the world die.

Some people like being wet,
Because for them a source of joy it appears.
While for some it's a cause of regret,
For them, it's a way to hide their tears.

For some it always brings glory,
While for others it brings pain.
Everyone has one or the other story,
But no one can ever understand this rain.
            -Udit Vashishth