Granite held its stubborn pride
Edges sharp unbent by tide
Silence weighed like armored truth
Strength confused with strength of youth
Rain arrived in quiet grace
Silver tears touched hardened face
Drop by drop the stone gave way
Hardness bent to light’s ballet
Not defeat but sacred yield
Softness proved the strongest shield
Time revealed a gentler core
Soul grew wider than before
Rain will carve what force cannot
Patience heals each weathered spot
Those who yield in quiet reign
Stone learns softness through the rain