Millions of drops plummet by.
Some see you so somber.
when you fall from the sky.
I'd rather bask when I walk a few miles and wonder.
How can you be so opaque to many, but provide others with such light?
You trickle on to me as I glance up to you and ponder, let you wash away the tears created by my fears.
As you run down my cheek to reassure me I was still alive.
I ran into you knowing I'd survive.
Even though these trifles stifled by thoughts of the end.
reinforced by you, unlike Solis through the surface of the puddles I will not bend.
You gave me a little hope subsequent to the storm.
Soothed by the trickling sounds outside that took form.
After a thunderous night.
Maybe I do sense a little life.
That you bring to a myriad of strifes.
