A Soft Refrain

Turn you head a little, and glance briefly at the rain, Watch it creeping down that clear glass windowpane. Making a rhythmic tapping sound, it's such a soft refrain, Thrown there by a wind whose temper, we cannot contain. Clouds of grey release their weighty contents from the sky, Feeding plants that on the ground, I'm pretty sure would die Without the refreshing water. Trees like the tall green leylandii Would shrivel up. We must also consider the fragile butterfly. Although we moan each time we are bombarded by a shower, We need to think of all it saves, even one simple flower. It holds within its droplets numerous minerals of such power, Continually feeding this dry, parched earth, hour after hour. Let us appreciate the wonders which nature doth bestow, Keeping our land a pleasant place for everything to grow.