Rain

Be not angry with the rain The earth is thirsty and parched Dark skies of swirling clouds Drop their heavy payloads The sound of rain sings aloud On the leaves of trees and shrubs Forming pools of bright water That quenches the thirst of birds Wild flowers bow their heads And drink their hearts content It sustains crops in the field And nourishes their roots In cities towns and villages Rooftops and pavements glisten As the rain runs its course And washes window panes Be not angry with the rain We all need its gentle kiss It gives life to all it touches Natures own perfect gift