Rain

Bathing the trees drenching the earth
Washing Sarcasm bringing in mirth
In the long dry days of simmering heat
Here comes the rain to the clouds’ beat

Blinding the sun with a dusty gale
A prelude of vitality to things went pale
Riding on the backs of tumultuous clouds
Some times alone at time in crowds

Starts with a gentle drizzle pampering the plains
The drops cleansing the summer stains
Many a things died waiting for the show
But still others receiving the energy to grow

With the stout clouds blockading the sun
Rain keeps pouring and brook start to run
Quenching the thirst of the dry parched land
Floats in gaiety even the last grain of sand

It pours from the sky and they grow from the earth
A new ring of life a lively nature’s girth
Life flows in rivers in form of the waves
And he will grow greatest the most who saves