The Rain

The sun allows you one apology. The moon forgives you endlessly, but never lets you forget. The rain knows

you by name. The sky will never ask you why the earth endures your worst, but never lets you go. The rain

will come again, sing you every colour, sweet and plain. What it brings you when it sings to you. What it

brings you. When the rain gives way to snow, when the barren branches start to show, you’ll see the clouds

beyond their reach. The trees are waving to you. Come and see.