I Gained What I Hold Dear

The sound of rain heralds the spring,

Shattering the silence with its song.

It stirs the memories of distant days,

A sound that once called forth tears.

The rain eventually comes to rest,

And birds begin to sing again.

The rain will fall once more someday,

And with each drop, something new will bloom.

There are things I've lost along the way,

But only through loss have I gained what I hold dear.

Only through loss have I found what I must protect.

So please, stay here before me now.

The sound of rain means spring is near,

Arriving quietly from places unknown.

Bit by bit, it changes fate,

As if it were the most natural thing in the world.

The rain eventually fades away,

And a rainbow watches from above.

To fulfill a promise once unspoken,

I know we'll meet again tomorrow.

There are things I've lost along the way,

But only through loss have I gained what I hold dear.

Only through loss have I found what I must protect.

So please, stay here before me now.