The rain falls because the sky doesn’t want it anymore.
The rain falls because the clouds refuses to listen.
“Why?” the rain asks.
There is no response except for claps of thunder and strikes of lightning.
The rain falls because it craves a new life.
It doesn’t understand what it did to deserve the cruel punishment of having to hang in the sky in the first place.
The rain falls because it doesn’t have anywhere else to go.
It is confused.
Most of all, the rain falls because it is tired of holding on.
The rain can’t hold on when there is nothing to grasp but air.