Enjoying the Rain

The sky is white, sure sign of rain The flowers are straining their heads ready, for the first refrain of the musical splashes, as they sprinkle the flower bed I am here I am here they seem to say please shower me with moisture so I can live and bloom for the gardener, who lovingly spends time to make a glorious picture. Who else is waiting for those bursts of rain the birds in the treetops, because they know worms will show there shiny heads, before burrowing back into the ground below. Mostly the raindrops are enjoyed by the people who love to walk enjoying the petals strewn with raindrops, making a water fountains for the birds to shower and quench their thirst, to sing a new tune.