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.