The Rain

Sometimes I wonder

Why the rain falls on

Those who see their sorrow

On each blade of grass

Sometimes I seek the answer

Cautious and meticulous

I never seem pretentious

But my focus never clarified

Sometimes I see the answer

Flickering like fireflies

Always scintillant

Brilliant in the rain

I see it in this lone flower

This daffodil amongst a valley of rocks

Stuck to a side of a crevice

It yearns for serenity and shelter

For even though those people see sorrow

Reflected in tiny mirrors in dew-painted grass

Those peltering stones of water

Sheets of rain

Casting shadows atop their backs

Masking their tears

Those blades of grass

And that very lone daffodil

Endure it all

Taking it all in

Embracing reality

The truth

Those people in the rain

They are like fireflies

Although briefly losing light

The lone daffodil sparkles in the sun

And the rain that shrounds the sad

Becomes nothing but lies

And thus

Sometimes I wonder

Why the rain falls on

Those who see their sorrow

On each blade of grass

But always I know

The rain falls

Because it must

To test their will

And sorrow