As our tears fall,
so does the rain.
All things washed away
once fallen onto the ground.
All people do fall,
waiting for the hurt to be washed away.

What comes next,
new growth in the new season.
Freshness of new life reborn,
you can't ask for anything more.
Look to the skies as you behold,
the falling rains that can restore.

What once was dried up,
becomes fulfilled again.
Things once fallen,
have come now to rise.
Look with your eyes,
see the beauty of what falls from the skies.