lo and behold,

rain!

rain, why do you weep

at our demise—

when our lungs look

for the easiest route to air?

rain, why do you create

chaos and peace—

when we strive for the balance

of the two?

rain, why do you conflict

parallel worlds—

when they don't exist

in the same continuity?

rain, lift your crestfallen nature

with the flicker of a smile—

you deserve more than

the side-effects of redemption—

our type of redemption.

[ because rain, even if everyone wouldn't  so much give you a second glance, I would gladly offer an eternity to savour your beauty and petrichor ]