Your story.

As the sweet summer drizzle begins to pour,
I carefully listen to the slow rhythm of the pouring rain.
I don't know who you are, but I suddenly feel your pain.
It's as though the raindrops are telling me your story
and I now know your past and I can't help but to feel sorry.
Your story inspires me and ignites me with faith .
I don't know who you are, but forever I shall remember your story.
This is a story I come to know thanks to the sweet summer drizzle.