Sleeping to the sound of rain,
Knowing morning wont be the same,
The air will be crisp and clear,
And the leaves will be left with tiny drops of tears,
The weak ones will be fallen across,
The strong ones will be mourning the loss.
The rain is slow but when it lasts all night,
It tests everything and it is a fight,
A fight to let the rain wash the dirt,
If u can hang in and try not to feel hurt,
You will be as new as the leaf next day,
With little tears of joy that will say,
All there is about the rain last night,
The one you survived despite the fight.