When the rain falls
sometimes I glimpse a hidden path within
the faint echo of my younger self
buried in distant memories
In the whispers carried by the raindrops
voices of time gone by speak softly
Where have you walked
Where do you stand now
Where my future self waits
even as storms rage
I will take my steps forward
for even at the trembling branch’s tip blossoms will bloom
When the rain stops
I will find my clarity again
following the radiant light
walking toward another day
Someday beneath the distant rain cleared sky
I know I will tell myself
You endured well
now walk the path that shines before you