When the sky begins to cry, the tears are not always sad, for they bring life to the land.
The rivers are replenished, and the plants given their drink. Rain is a beautiful thing.
Greenery, always in tow. Life makes use of the water, and the forests grow and grow.
So don’t fret when the rain flows. Be thankful for its visit. Without it we have nothing.
The sky’s tears can be happy, and they can be magical, cleansing the world, through rebirth.