The Rains

Is there a prettier sight,

Than splashes of silver and white,

Against the green grass on the ground?

Any lovelier sound,

Than the pitter patter of raindrops,

Over scorching earth and her crops?

Tiny tots, their excitement and giggles

Of little boots, jumping into puddles

The rivers overflowing with abundance

Waterfalls and their cascading dance

A shared umbrella sheltering loving hearts

Or invoking memories when love departs

Rains are a sign from the sky

It tells us all, it's ok to cry

Tears are meant to wash away the pain

To clean the dust, wipe away the stain

Like the burning earth welcomes the relief

Open your hearts to the hurt and grief

That's nature's law, renewal and rebirth

Lose yourself, find your worth

Look to nature in all her glory

Her beauty, her music tells her story…