The Rain

Among many days are special,

Feelings in my heart are sublime,

Life keeps on going, rain keeps on flowing,

But does it every really stop?

After it moves from our destination,

Does it ever stop?

No…

It sprinkles or thrashes in another area,

like ouremotions.

We are either gentle or harsh someday:

Loving, forgiving, and moral-bound the next day;

Special, kind, and unique, the following day.

But have these days actually changed us?

In most ways no one would say yes,

Because they would say they were still at the same point

With God,

But how can one be in the same point without leaving a

Destination,

How did we get to the same point?

How did we convert from being unique,

To being the same?

For we are like the rain.

We move from one point to another,

Sharing our well-being,

Or our hate and our anger,

To other or just to ourselves,

But does every time we spread our imaginations

Change the way we think?

Hearts change,

Minds change,

The soul will never change.

The soul is the same everywhere,

Because the soul is always God's.

He owns us through our souls,

Although we side step this quantity of information.

We always think our soul is either broken or mended,

Therefore saying its changed,

But it’s never changed,

It’s our minds playing mischievous tricks on us,

For the Devil can trick us like that.

The Devil can make us feel like we are utterly alone in the world,

It can make us think we need to die,

But the rain will just wash away our sins,

Everyday.

The rain will be there for us,

Because God is there for us

Everyday.

REED