The stories in the rain

Ever day I look out and see the rain
As if thousands of tears are shed
And when it falls the noise gets louder
Most people call it annoying or boring
But all I can hear is the voices of each drop
Every one I can see their images fold into one
I listen to one story after another and I feel welcome
I don't question where the stories come from
Or even when they were made, I just listen
Every story is left in the drops, can you hear them
can you hear the tales they tell and the lives of the past
can you feel the emotions they went through
as i walk and listen each tale sinks into my own emotions
and a question that rattles around in my mind
when i am gone where will my story fall to
                   and one more question i say
                         "can you hear me?"