Rain falling in tears skies can't hold <br />They are heavy, and fast and cold, <br />Yet so precious that its fall's mold <br />Can become the nest of a new life's fold <br /> <br />So inconstant you may think it is alive, <br />For it can destroy or let thrive, <br />For it can be loved or despised, <br />For it can be benevolent or be mised <br /> <br />And it is so human, the rain, <br />(Although it is most inhuman thing around) <br />That when the human bears big pain <br />Eyes got inspiration found <br />In no more no less than rain, <br />For tears imitate the very rain-like stain <br /> <br />And will be a day of sorrow, <br />When stars have rain as borrow, <br />And then we won't say again: <br />'Here comes rain, sweet rain'<br /><br />Pedro Cescon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-sweet-rain/
