Drops of water free fall to the Earth

Racing their brothers and sisters

Hurrying in their plummet to the ground.

 

This simple beauty called Rain.

 

The dry dirt soaks them in, eager

Until roots are bathed in the Sky’s tears

Joyful or sad, I dare not ask the Clouds.

 

This simple beauty called Rain.

 

A beat forms as Thunder growls across the grey

Lightning flashes, forks of searing hot converge

And here, I dance barefoot in the mud, because of

 

This simple beauty called Rain.