Rain has many voices,
Those we cannot hear,
Though when we truly listen,
Whispers whislte with the wind.
Though many cannot understand,
Some have the heart to know,
That the shwishhh of the rain and wind,
is a secret yet to unfold.
Yet in the darkness when the voice is gone,
We are lost, scared and afraid,
But we must know, truly know in our hearts,
That our precious gift is only slowed, but not truley lost.
