Where would we be without it?
Not here, or there, nor anywhere.
Maybe somewhere,
where our Father may appear.
It falls in gallons upon all things that breathe
And that in which it may flow and thrive.
But what is it that makes it so?
The chemical that we label as combined
H20, Aqua, water, or l'eau?
Or the feeling of a drop upon our skin
Only God can understand.
But we see the beauty in things such as this.
That without the rain.... nothing can exist.