Rain.

Rain.

It is the wet drop that splashes your face.

While holding out the hands trying to catch it as it drops, knowing it is useless as it will slip right out of the them as it lands.

The tongue slowly comes out to taste the wetness of the rain, as one drop hit’s the tongue, it is like tasting purity.

It is more then a wet drop of water.

It is the beginning of life.

Rain.

The way it starts so…

slow at first-

a drop here and a drop there.

Then it starts to become a heavy weight taking all with it.

As it pores over the sidewalk that once was covered in dirt and grime.

The purity of the rain starts to wash all that is wrong in the world.

Making the sidewalk less dirty, the grass greener, and the flowers-

grow.

The sidewalk which starts as a soft substance, much like a babe.

As it hardens, much like a childs bones do.

After awhile-

dirt and gum starts to stick to the sidewalk.

Much like insults stick to the body.

As the rain comes it washes it all away, making the body pure once more.

Rain makes the elderly, young again,

playing in puddles and laughing as the rain hits there wrinkled face.

Much like how the rain makes the yellow,

almost dead grass-green again.

Flowers that show growth, wisdom, and tenderness.

It all starts with the rain.

It’s much more then water falling from the sky.

It is the forgiveness that we all wish to have.

It is as pure as a child being born.

Rain makes things come to life and grow.

Rain.

It is the start of the new.

It is the end of forgiveness.

And the purity of the world.