Down it comes. Falling from the sky.
Summer wet and damp. Folks ask WHY? 'Tis not condusive to a day at the beach. Picnics and swimming, out of reach.
The rain, my garden welcomes by.
Who's soil not long ago, was dry.
Green and lush the foilage grows.
Were not for rain, mere dust would blow.
The heat, unbearable just a week ago,
Now gone and folks spout weather woes!
How quickly the sunshine we forget,
When open clouds cause us to be wet!
At night, its rhythm comforts me,
Pitter patter and pouring beat.
Whilst listening to this wet lullaby,
Drifting off to sleep, in a bed thats dry.