The falling rain/the true me

The rain is falling just below the stratocumulus clouds, over the trees, over the buildings, over the seas, and even the rivers of the little ducklings, with the rain falling, i can look into the rising river, i am able to look at my reflection, my true reflection, it wavers as i look into the rising river, but that is me, my true self, my true reflection, I hope that one day, the me in the river can be understood, the image of the girl who wavers, not the perfect me that you see everyday, or the me that you think you know, but the true reflected me in the river, that shows you my true self, when the rain is falling.