How was rain made
Something that falls free from the sky
Carrying weight when dropping yet fast and sweat
The liquid that runs through air
Gathering water by formation of drops

The drops from the clouds
The fear neither lightening nor thunder
Strives with anger and splashes into disappearance
The food to the soil quenching thirst of the plants
Leaves the sky dry and makes the land wet

We hunger over it when it shines and cry when it floods
It's always wet when it arrives making the surrounding dark and cold yet its absentia drips shinning with massive light
Could he be the king of darkness
As he makes day turn to night in a blink of an eye
Rain is a mother as it quickens growth of things it comes to touch with