Born in the sky and die on the land,
And in amid is where it's life stand.
Droplets splashing over the willows.
Not one, not two but millions of them.

The passing mourner hugs this bliss,
And the falling art responds with a gentle kiss,
Such is the benevolence of rain,
Driving insane to the realm of sane.

One bystander have witnessed,
Twice the miracle falling from the clouds,
Yet he awaits the third one,
This time sharing it with his fourth son.

The beauty of the fall falls short ,
In comparison to the life, rain escort,
As seeds of red and green blooms,
A new life fiddles in his mother's womb.