O rain, tear-like drops of almighty nature whenever you come falling down the earth tries to soak up the moisture as if it were all willing to drown.
In times of need you are a blessing and all the land cries out for thee to restore life that you’re possessing helping to grow fruit as on a tree.
The sun can not really have it all its own way and hides behind clouds with you in store although its light is dimmed part or all of the day what you have to give then is required more.
The waters of life that fall down with a shower and flow through the land in many streams have the grace to transform a seed into a flower whose nectar bees gather and health esteems.
It’s only when you overflow your boundary and come falling down as if in a rage you do more harm than good being contrary to what is expected and don’t assuage.
With your two associates the lightning and thunder and your other cohort the wind blowing strong you try to subdue or intimidate everything thereunder by wreaking havoc as if redressing some wrong.
It’s very fortunate for us that this doesn’t happen too often and despite all the things which go on each day I notice the ground, air and the minds of people do soften after having come and gone and spent your play.
O rain, you are only just one of the forces of almighty nature and if employed in season or need can draw no blood but deployed haphazardly will bring down any proud stature sweeping away all before you when rushing in a flood.