Rain

Another repost from DA ( http://dindellathedefender.deviantart.com/art/Rain-Poem-342125686 ), so you guys can see it here.

There's something so central and sudden about the rain.
It comes and goes, on and off for hours,
Sometimes in a fit of rage and sometimes whispering quietly,
Only stinging your eyes if you walk out into it uninvited.

The sweet melody, so soft and profound, will bring some joy
And others pain, sorrow, fear.
The rain coming and going with or without clouds,
Unexpectedly, unannounced, without warning.

So what if the weather cries?
You cannot pat it's back and heal it's wounds.
There is nothing one can do for fairness in all fairness is not fair,
But perhaps that is why the weather cries.

Author's Note

I will almost never explain what my poetry means, since I don't want you to follow my meaning of it. The meaning is entirely up to you and I'd love to hear what your translation is, why it means something to you or why it doesn't. The more in-depth the better, but that doesn't mean you have to write something really long and depthy if you don't want to. I appreciate any and all reviews. <3