Drip.....Drip.....Drip.....Drip.....Drip
Goes the rain, off the roof and down the drain.
Pitta patter, Pitter patter, Pitter patter,
from the tree to the gate,

Black and grey are the clouds
as they pour down the rain.
To renew the deep rich earth.
So trees and plants may grow again.

Be it April shower or winter storms
it either to much or not enough.
from the drip.....drip.....drip
to the thunderous roar and lighting flash.

But oh the smell of rain in the air,
the soft cool breeze with the hint of
what is yet to come, rain glorious rain.

The soft shower that dies upon the breeze
To the heavens opening like waterfall.
Its never quite right for everyone
but always just right for someone.