Dark Sky's Treat

The sky is so dark with looming clouds, suspending its raindrops o’er our heads. Counting until the time is just right, to release them onto flowerbeds. They patter against the window panes, roofs and gardens, are each washed and clean, Gleaming water sits on wood and stone, giving to them all a satin sheen. Thirsty ground laps up the welcomed wet, glistening now with such fresh delight. Slugs and snails softly creep out to see their vast playground transformed overnight. Deep rich colours now adorn the scene, and dull grey dust is quickly swept away. A sweet offering of pure clear air, welcomes a shining new bright sunray. We do so bemoan the pelting hail, with a lashing force it drives along. With showers that catch us unaware, they can be doing nothing wrong. The parched dry land will need all their care, so that plants survive the summer heat. We should be so glad that they are saved, by looming clouds and dark sky’s treat. .