If the clouds end up staying,
view of the Sun will be even better.
Perhaps there is a reasoning behind rain
which, just like the sky, is not always clear.
Maybe there is a story;
Fall to create and later dissipate
only to fall once again.
When the eyes precipitate,
courage makes us rise again.
Wind shall always blow
as and when there will be a need
and clouds knowingly become slow
when they see a promising seed.
Perhaps it is not about rain,
and maybe it is not about the Sun,
someone above is just having fun.
I often feel that I shall smile
if I see myself from past.
Clouds are gone now due to the wind
and the rain did not last.