Rainfall

Rain falls slowly, as if it's a welcoming pat on the back.

Some wait inside but the rain calls you to itself like a mother to a child.

When you see small droplets of water escape from the clouds

You wonder if they would ever want to stay inside during the tranquil rainfall.

You empathize with the rain as if it was in distress

You know those feelings from the workplace and beyond

You miss being a child, small and clueless, not a care in the world.

The rain makes you feel like a kid again, as it holds its gentle hands to you,

Some fail to realise that the rain is a serene welcome to mother nature.

When you take that first step out the door,

Out the gate,

Out of the state of mind

Rain comes to hold you like a helpless baby taking its first breath,

Its first steps into the real world.

Happy is the rain,

Happy is the man,

The woman, the child.

Happy is who dances with the rain,

The kind, giving mother from the clouds.