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.