The sound of the rain

'I find myself writing at times, as it completes what few pictures couldn't.'

 "She makes the sound of the rain,

Dancing under, feeling humble,

Letting it sip into her vein,

At peace and lulled by its rumble."

"She makes the sound of the rain,

Catching teardrops with her face,

Salty and warm, feeling foreign,

Then washed away without a trace."

"She makes the sound of the rain, 

Suddenly crushed as she wonders :

Is it the weight of her own pain

She can't withhold any longer?" 

"She makes the sound of the rain,

As she accepts to let it flow,

Finding courage in this rain,

And beauty as she finally let go,"

Inès, CEREINES.