Patter of the rain

What a Bliss it is, 

When it rains, 

Taking down the filth that's there, 

Washing down the refrains.

The leaves dancing to the patter, 

The Wind kissing my cheeks

It causes their grief to Shatter

For this is what they seek. 

My tears get Lost in the waters, 

Alas, not that with the pain, 

Coz it lives in my heart, to which it caters

Sad at the world's Nasty gains. 

But, 

I'm ginger to evolve, 

Like this cool Breeze, 

Working Harder than ever

To melt this aching freeze.