Send to: Rain

555 Glistening Street
Downpour,CA 92935

Dear Rain,

Rain; are you really a symbol of pain? Not for me, for I care to take a listen. While you go to work to make the streets glisten, I can hear your song, as you inspire me to dream I watch your glistening scene. It seems like you came just for me, to wash away my regret; you bring with you the wind which some see as a threat. Not me, I see the winds true colors too. Wind you came, to sweep away my fears, meanwhile you air dry my tears. Wind you too have a song, yes, but most just hear it wrong. If I'm quiet and listen as I watch the streets glisten, maybe can I hum along?

Darkened storm? No, a musical bliss, me, I live for this.