Rain is the language
of the sky's secrets
that entrust prayers
to the rustling of leaves
to unravel the dust in the earth's bosom
and whisper secrets
to the waiting roots.
Each drop
is the slender needle of time
embroidering hope in
the shadow of the clouds
creating small puddles on the ground
as if memories that never
really dry.
Challenges are storms
tearing the sails of the soul's boat.
However, don't sailors learn
from the waves
and long for the calm of the harbor?
However, behind every roar
there is a silence that holds meaning
like a rainbow that is reluctant
to show its color
before the storm finishes singing.
So is our life
every wound is a beautiful carving
like a strong foothold to
fly higher.
We are adventurers who
never finish searching
and tracing the hidden rain trails.
Behind all this
there is a destiny that is always beautiful
like a seed that sprouts
after sleeping in the dark and wet.
