My theatre teacher was a huge poetry nut so we often had to write poems for class assignments and I found myself constantly going back to nature for inspiration. Especially the rain. After learning how the medieval artist used the sky as a symbol for truth. The clouds would move away revealing the sky just as lies move away revealing the truth. The rain became a symbol for justice cleansing impurities from wherever it may fall. I love rain both in the most complex of its meaning and its simplest. This poem is fantastic.