The God's cry for us when the rain pours.
The droplets for each and everyone of us.
They are tears that the God's cannot hold any longer.
They are tears that the God's need to release.

So haunting; so beautiful when the sky opens.
And drowns our hearts in loneliness and woe.
Clear water cleanses and refreshes the soul.
I could watch for hours all the pebbles of rain.
The representation of us, so small and to eye so unimportant.
But watch the rain.
Smell the rain.
The pungent smell of rain. The smell that makes us embrace each other. Watch the rain and see the tears the God's care about. You.

We run in the rain. We dance in the rain. We hide in the rain.
The God's tears spark individual emotions. Like sharp steel cutting through skin, stinging and permanent.
The rain leaves water scars on the skin.
The rain ruins faces so we can see clearer.
The rain falls so we shouldn't have too.
But that is why the God's eyes flood the ground.
For the ones who shouldn't have fell.

The rain touches everywhere.
At any time, in any place it sees fit.
There is no time on the rain, it should fall for however long it needs too.
The trees sway to the motion, the cars frantically wipe windows clear.
But the rain persists; the memory you would rather ignore.
Be thankful for persistence, it means the God's haven't stopped caring.

Watching the rain attack the window pane from the bedroom.
Being soaking wet through clothing when the rain catches us unexpectedly.
Watching the sun peak out of clouds, slowly clearing the rain.

Do not think of the rain and see misery.
See the rain to embrace the world, remember the fallen and to thankful that the rain still falls.
The God's cry for us, so we can be strong.