As the clouds muster in the overcast
It is the sun with a dark cloth like a mast
The earth draws dark
It is the environment about to make its mark
The watery of rain
The grass and trees in how they sustain
The soothing feel from agonizing pain
Later the rain poured harder
Now it was becoming a matter
A showery stream
Oh that cleansing of clean
Drip upon drip
It seemed like it wouldn’t stop
But continued rain upon
It didn’t stop until it was done
Yet the rain was a relaxing shower
It seemed like the rain came down by the hour
But the rain certainly does have power
It nourishes the flowers and our selves
There nothing like real rain which you won’t find on any shelf.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 1:59 PM UTC
As the clouds muster in the overcast
It is the sun with a dark cloth like a mast
The earth draws dark
It is the environment about to make its mark
The watery of rain
The grass and trees in how they sustain
The soothing feel from agonizing pain
Later the rain poured harder
Now it was becoming a matter
A showery stream
Oh that cleansing of clean
Drip upon drip
It seemed like it wouldn’t stop
But continued rain upon
It didn’t stop until it was done
Yet the rain was a relaxing shower
It seemed like the rain came down by the hour
But the rain certainly does have power
It nourishes the flowers and our selves
There nothing like real rain which you won’t find on any shelf.
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