Little by little they fall on the ground
Making a puddle
For the children to play
For the adults to pay
For the crime they did
Many hate the rain
And I don't know why
Why they hate such a beautiful thing
I want to know what was God thinking
When he was making rain
Was he thinking to help
Or to destroy
Or Both
Or something that we don't know
I loved how wind became friends with rain
And thought of collaborating
Which make the rain reach the places that
Humans hide from them
Which turned out to be unique yet dangerous
~Decka