Every drop travels miles from above,
Every time it showers its love
It sees everything in its journey
From what it sees, it makes a little story
It sees the clouds, it sees the skies,      
It sees the people, it sees their eyes,      
It sees the joy , it sees the cries,            
It sees the agony, it sees the plies,        
It sees a mother caring for her child,    
It sees a lover gently brushing his lover’s hair aside,      
It sees a farmer waiting for its warm embraces        
It sees it all in the path it traces              
It has seen the brightest days,          
It has seen the darkest hours,        
It sees it unfiltered,              
It sees it as it showers,            
It sees its other friends and they see everything too,        
They combine their little stories,        
And as they shower in the sky so blue,          
Together they tell an epic tale,