What’s in a rain?
That which goes by any other name would still pour,
but what makes it so deep,
to cover up the sunshine for a day?
Maybe that’s just it.
Maybe it shows us that the snow
and the sorrows of the world
can be taken away by its own free will
and that the answer to living
can truly fall from the sky.
Maybe it’s just a beg for difference
and a night that’s not dark.
But it’s a love that can be cold
and a dance that can be sad
and a child that runs through puddles
to understand Shakespeare without reading.
But what’s in a rain?