Falling beads of awaited relief
Like a blessing being showered down
Slowly fades the wail of grief
From a stressed and anxious town
Sweet release from the bondage of routine life
The trivialities of worries and pain
With a surge of energy to aid the strife
Poured forth the first drops of rain
Such simplicity calms the weary heart
And soothes the restless soul
Shelters the truth that stands apart
From the person as a whole
What lies behind the hurt and lies
Are falling beads of painful cries
