“I was born to be a rainstorm, to send my voice throughout the night,
to sing my song with falling teardrops,
to break the darkness with my light.
I was born to show raw beauty, to wash the dirt from their eyes, but the whole world ran for cover when I opened my skies, so I made thunder silent and learnt to bite my rainy tongue.
I gave them what they thought they wanted, I gave them life with endless sun, but as they watched their lives grow weaker, watched as their leaves turned brown and dry.
They wished they didn’t take for granted, my booming presence in the sky.
I were born to be a rainstorm,
to be chaotic and bold, to show there’s beauty in the knowledge that I cannot be controlled, because I might think that I’m not needed, but life without me isn’t the same.
Nothing would grow if it wasn’t washed with rain.”