ForĀ bathing me so hard so my tears won’t be noticed
For taking away my pain and bringing joy and bliss
For waiting comfortably ’til I’m ready to come home
I praise my friend-the rain with it as if I’m home
For caressing my skin my hair and then my feet
For hiding all my sobs so they won’t see my pain
For blocking all my cries so people will not hear
I praise my friend-the rain that never fails to cheer
The rain my dear dear friend is quiet and sincere
It listens to my rants and even my own fear
Always like a cane when times I need a hand
I praise my friend-the rain one in a million kind.
What a creative take on the prompt! I never thought of rain this way before.