Rain

It's light and heavy, big and small, clear and cloudy, oval, elongated in a ball, it taps and knocks, falls to the ground and on the rocks, its cold and hard and warm, coming before, after, during storms, falls quiet and loud upon the ground sometimes without a sound, it comes in sun or midday light even in darkness of the night, with boisterous and thunderous roars a lightning show unscored its dew, its mist, its blinding rain to wash away the human stain.