RAIN’S UNEQUAL SONG

In the realm where raindrops fall,
In nature’s symphony’s call,
Divergence paints the scene,
Between the rich and the lean.

The heavens weep upon the land,
Bathing all with tender hand,
Yet, different stories they unfold,
For the rich and the poor, I’m told.

For the rich, the rain’s embrace,
Lands upon their palace grace,
A sheltered haven, dry and warm,
Shielded from the raging storm.

But the poor, in humble dwell,
Their roofs leak, as stories tell,
Rain’s icy touch invades their space,
A constant battle they must face.

The rich, behind their windows clear,
Gaze upon the misty sphere,
Sipping tea, snug by the fire,
Their hearts untouched, no storm’s desire.

The poor, outside they stand,
Rain-soaked clothes and outstretched hand,
Seeking solace from the pour,
A plight that none can ignore.

Yet in each droplet, truth abides,
The rain, a force that pain divides,
It falls on all, both great and small,
But how it’s felt, affects us all.

For rain, the great equalizer,
Reveals a world so much wiser,
It teaches empathy’s profound,
In nature’s truths, we all are bound.

So let’s embrace the rain’s refrain,
And strive to soothe each other’s pain,
For in our shared humanity,
We’ll find a world where rain is free.