The Rain

Into each life some rain must fall
Some days must be dark and cold
The raindrops fall
At every gust of wind the dead leaves drop
Countless cleansing voices
Unite and demonize
The dry and dusty plight
Left by days of brutal beating sun
Embrace the storm inside
Traces of roots forgotten
Blessed by the gods of rain
Since the days of yore
Its beauty fulfilling
The sun returns its warmth
Its beauty fulfilling
As your soul journeys
I see the lightning in the storm
The tempest rage above
Led by fury divine
And the morning when the clouds scatter
From the soil life’s born
Once again
The sun returns its warmth
Into each life some rain must fall
Some days must be dark and cold
The raindrops fall
At every gust of wind the dead leaves, fall