Rain

This wonder is only rain.

Sliding down the window pane,

Doing a tap dance on the roof top,

Mischievously glistening as they drop.

Crystal droplets racing down,

Dispersing as they touch the ground.

With their ephemeral reality,

They give life and luminosity

For some they are as grey as gloom,

But I think they bring flowers to bloom.

Young vulnerable trees to nourish,

And flimsy dull grass to flourish.

For in the earth they’ll soon blend,

Nourishing nature, when they end.
You’ll see the magic they’ve done,

While having so much nautical fun.

For when the sky is a cloudless sight

And the sun is shimmering merrily and bright.

You’ll see the visible radiance,

They have utter brilliance.

As dazzling as a star that joyfully gleams,

Rain is something more than it seems.

Rain is life, harmony and sacrifice.

Rain is hope, worth no price.