Because It Rains

Raining is typically seen as sadness. Some like me think not.

The ground says "I'm thirsty",
The space between heaven and earth says "I'm dusty",
And so the sky has much to give,
So that flora and fauna can live,

Because it rains…

A child’s drawings on the pavement wash away,
For chalk art was never meant to stay,
So the child picks up the chalk again,
To scribble ideas to no end,

Because it rains…

A garden blooms and thrives,
The world is painted with all the colours of life,
And the yarrow prospers through days of strife

And if it never showers,
There will be no flowers,

No more colours to paint with,
Life is no more than a myth,
No more treasures the Earth can give,

Because it rains...
All other sounds are drowned out,
A break from a world I find too loud,