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