Rain..

He had existed
From the young days of his life
Mere existence
Where he had to deal with strife

The flowers bloomed
The fresh earth produced new shoots
Yet alone he was doomed
Knowing not where to plant his roots

The sun shone high
On a happy sanctuarial field
Yet he could only sigh
A mere man with nothing to build

The days of gloom
Smothered a cheerful soul
The nights of rain
Hounded a perilous soul

Yet after the rain
A radiance filled the earth
A new living beat
Filled the man with mirth

Throughout his life
Dark waters there'll always be
Yet inspired and guided
Man will forever afloat be.