Beneath the weeping sky I stand,

In shadows cast by grief’s firm hand.

Each drop a tear from heaven’s eye,

A symphony of sorrow’s sigh.

The weight of woes upon my soul,

In solitude, I find my goal.

Amidst the downpour’s cleansing pain,

I shed my shackles, break the chain.

For in the rain, a freedom flows,

A river wild, where anguish goes.

Each droplet whispers, “You are free,”

As torrents wash away the plea.

No judge, no jury, here to see,

Just nature’s tears, embracing me.

In rain-soaked streets, I dance, I spin,

My spirit is rising from within.

So let the storm rage on, my friend,

For in its fury, I transcend.

In tears that fall from skies above,

I find my freedom, liberty, and love.