The rain comes down on the city,
white clouds now grey and overcast.
I find relaxation and solace
in the rain that has come at last.

I press my cheek to the window,
peering through the glass,
and view my dewy reflection
as the soil-bound droplets pass.

I feel bad for those who whine
about the pouring rain,
for as it drums against the ground,
it's like the earth is born again.