My Rain Will I Build.

Building my rain up in the cloud,

Whispers of dreams, both soft and loud.

I gather hopes in each droplet's grace,

In the boundless sky, I find my space.

Layer by layer, I weave my desire,

A tapestry of wishes, rising higher.

With every thought, my cloud takes form,

In the endless sky, where dreams are born.

I nurture each raindrop with tender care,

Each wish and longing suspended in air.

And when the storm of life draws near,

My cloud bursts forth, releasing what's dear.

Down comes the rain, a cascade of dreams,

Quenching the earth, or so it seems.

In each drop, a piece of my heart's design,

Building my world, one rain at a time.

So, as I gaze at the sky so vast,

I'm reminded that dreams are steadfast.

For in the heavens, where they're allowed,

I'll keep building my rain up in the cloud.