Rain and its beauty
And the beads that fall off my
Slippery raincoat

And the glaze they place
On things they land on, and how
They can make rainbows

And the sound it makes
When it’s landing in puddles
Or just on the ground

And how it fell from
So high up and it is still
So perfectly round

And I wonder what
They think of dying so soon
After they are born

And their unique scent
And how rain is a cold thing
But makes you feel warm