The rain is here, and coming from the sky
Where else would it come from? My oh my
It freshens the air as nothing else can
It's been doing it forever, or since time began
It arrives in a wonder, surrounded by its clouds
A mode of transportation contained only by the shroud
When you think of rains importance, the wonderment is there
Bringing water where it's needed or flooding with no care
We wouldn't be, without it, this is something, oh so true
We have to love or hate it, depending on which view....

Brian Hill - 2019 # 314