Sometimes I ask myself,
If the rain is the real world,

Does it really want to cry all the time?
Is it always filled with emotions?

Why does it keep everything under a boil?
For us to be happy?

Does it owe us that much,
To not destroy earth?

To not let the tears fall?
To not let cold freeze us?

It has me puzzled, you know?
Everything the universe holds,

Everything that we experience,

Unfair, huh?
Suppose it's what we deserve?

But yet though,
Why not just let us live in peace if we have done nothing wrong?

Some persons has never felt hardship,
Some has, but never had someone to rely on,

Some grew lucky with love,
Some with money,

Some unluckily picking up poverty,
Picking up a bad life,

But I guess we too never know,
What we keep under wraps,

Like the world keeps it's tears,
Under a bright sunny sky.