when the rain hits the ground

In these gentle drops, the heavens desecend,

A melody of nature's serenade.

It dances on rooftops, whispers on panes,

Bringing solace to a home.

Inside, a soul finds comfort,

As raindrops tap on windows, soft and light.

A book, a warm cup, and fireside's embrace,

Rain bestows tranquility, a serene space.

But beyond the threshold, a different tale,

Where rain's touch can turn into hell.

For those outside, enduring life's storm,

It magnifies their struggles, amplifies their pain.

Each droplet falling tells a tale of sorrow,

For those with burdens hard to swim across.

The rain masks tears that silently fall,

As it mingles with their spirits, one and all.

Yet in this paradox, a truth still holds,

From the skies, its stories unfold.

It's duality, teaches us to see both sides,

For in each raindrop's descent,

hides different stories of us.