The River's Lake Sees the Rain Break

The river runs it's course, pumping like a vein. It's a lonely lake's water main. It doesn't stop to cry, doesn't feel pain, Just goes and flows, not hearing my woes. The lake bides it's time, it's in no hurry. And doesn't share the rivers raging fury - Nor a drying pond's dying worry. It sits and waits; rain and run-off it baits. The rain looks with it's eyes covered in fog. It cries upon church tops and down in the bog. Washes the hog while wet lovers snog. It's tears relentless, an old man is tentless. A sunny day comes, the lake does shimmer. Even old goats come out and glimmer. Young mares suck in to see who is slimmer. Don't need a Hummer to enjoy a good summer.