The beauty of rain
|It’s a noise that keeps us asleep.
The Creators comfort when we weep-
The majesty of soaking skies.
The angry spatter of conscious pain
It’s all felt in pouring rain.
It rains on the just and unjust,
mud and rocks fall into dust.
It comes as comfort and as pain-
Come unto the gentle stain,
Damp and refreshing rain.
It’s remaining drops children's delight
It’s the quiet noise in the night
The damp dew and fresh after frost-
Leave us so completely lost.
It’s all a part of us-this pouring rain