No, it’s not rain

No, it’s not rain, but tiny, liquid crystals,

They fall with grace to wash routinely life away.

They show you the cleaner, fresher petals,

And share a rainbow as bright as a Hawaiian lay.

No, it’s not rain that’s usually depressing,

It is a messenger especially for you.

A hope for a new happiness he’s brining,

A hope, that will get you through.

No, it’s not rain; it is a source of life,

Life so well lived that moulds a piece of art,

Don’t hesitate to improvise and strive,

For an individually written happy-ending part.