The Rain


The Rain
The earth is parched,
The land sheds dry tears.
The animals lament loudly,
The flowers wither in silence.

But wait! In the distance,
The sound of thunder is heard.
And this sound, is sweeter to their ears,
Than the cooing of the birds in the spring.

The sky is lit up by a bolt of lightning,
The clouds come rushing and join the fray,
The thunder roars, the lightning glares,
And the first raindrop starts to fall.

As it lands it is followed, immediately,
By its brother from the skies,
And one by one, drop by drop,
The clouds give up their precious pearls.

And suddenly, the heavens burst!
And shower nectar from their midst.

The earth is revived,
The land sheds tears of joy.
The animals laugh,
The flowers smile.

Sparkling diamonds from heaven,
Sent to adorn the Earth,
In the most precious necklace,
Ever made.

And so, the grand play
With its majestic actors,
Comes to an end.

And they depart,
With a farewell rainbow.
As the sun comes out once again,
Looking upon memories
Of the rain.

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