One alone and we remain aloof;
Together, a symphony of taps on the roof.
Respecting a conductor, we do not see,
Drops fall from clouds, finally free.
Watering our plants and our thirsty mouths too;
Liquid life, doing what nothing else can do.
Making things plump, green and lush;
Forming puddles and streams; a natural flush.
Find yourself cursing, a rainy day;
Open an umbrella, go on your way.
For without the wet, heavy gray sky;
Across the clearing, no birds would fly.
Nourishing our flesh and our earth’s blue hue;
After the deluge, sustenance, rebirth; all is new.