We often take for granted the beauty of rain, each individual droplet formed from the moisture left by a previous storm, and as they crash upon the ground, it's as if they let out their final breath to indicate the end of their journey. The stormclouds' thunderous cries show its pain at the loss of its children, the raindrops, that fall from its bosom, and it wishes time would stop so it can remain with them forever; however, time doesn't stop and will not stop, and the cycle goes on and on, each new wave destined to die and come back to life in the warm rays of the sun.