Streaming down a window pane,
Rushing through gutters and down sloping lanes.
Nourishing nature’s thirsty blooms,
Making the world seem fresh and new.
Spattering across the awakening land,
Making seeds sprout from infertile sand.
I raise up my eyes and let it beat down,
Filling my mouth and cooling my brow.
Let it pour.
Let it Rain.
Let Spring come here once again.
The world becomes deep emerald green,
No longer dreary brown.
How I love to sit and watch
The driving rain come down.
By Nicole , 1996