Drought Breaker

The first little drop of beautiful rain, The very first beautiful pearl, Fell from the sky all alone by itself, Fluttering down to the world, Unaware of the torrential army of friends, Unaware of the cascading storm, Thinking that it would love all the dry land, Thinking that dry was the norm, Then splash, hello, how do you do, Fancy meeting you right down here, Fancy meeting you in the middle of summer, In this very first rain for the year, And, whoosh, he was gone, vanished in a puddle, A puddle made of rain from the sky, With the storm that he led from above all our heads, This storm that had broken the dry.