Rain is that which showers upon the world rinsing us of our woes.
Cleansing us of the negatives times and replacing it when a refreshing new start.
The rain washing away that which makes me dirty.
It conceals my tears when I wish to cry.
Makes me hard to see when I desire to disappear.
Uncovers what was once buried away.
Rain is many things, it has many purposes.
When I sleep the sound of rain is there to help me slumber peacefully.
Natural Degeneracy 