Dust has been brought back to earth
In the little liquid pots of rain
Silence has come back
We can hear our hearts again.

The rumbling streams of water
Trickle their way to the pond
To meet each other
And form a stronger bond.

Tears are brought
To the eyes that longed for rain
Tears are washed away
From the eyes that cried in pain.

The Silence after rain
Has brought us back to life
To listen to our hearts’ call
As an interlude to the strife.