Oh darling, don't cry
I know you feel useless
But I think you never learned that
The rain is depressed, too.
You see her often,
But only hear her at night
Softly weeping as her tears fall on your roof.
Hated by many and loved by few,
She feels as if she is only a hindrance.
And yet,
I hope someday she'll realize
That without her we'd die.
Without her the grass would not grow.
Rivers would dry up.
And life would cease to exist.
Oh darling, you are like the rain
And you have a purpose in life
Even if things do not appear that way.
