Rain is the channel that no one wants to turn to. A series of bad signals that no one wants to belong to. Yet, it purifies and brings purpose for the next sunny day. As my tears reach the edge of my nose, They fall to meet the rains' reflection from the ground. In that same breath when cupid shot me down. So fast I wondered how, you could not, See through the storm what life has in store for you. But in order to see sunshine in the end, There would have to be rain in the beginning.