Poetry: Rainstorm, by Mariam Vaid

You were born to be a rainstorm,

To hide the darkness with your light,

To show your presence with a boom of thunder,

To send your voice throughout the night,

You were born to show beauty that was raw,

To wash the dirt from their eyes,

But the whole world ran for the hills,

When you opened up your skies,

So you forced your thunder to be silent,

And learned to bite your rainy tongue,

They finally got what they thought they wanted,

You gave them life with endless sun,

As they saw their minds growing weak,

And their hearts becoming dry,

They wished they hadn't taken for granted,

Your rainy presence in the sky,

You were born to be a rainstorm,

To be strong and to be bold,

To show the world that even after everything,

Your thunder and rain were still uncontrolled,

So when you think you're unimportant,

Know that life without you wouldn't be the same,

Because nothing in the world would grow,

If it wasn't doused with rain.