A Rainy Morning At the Lake

Softly the droplets rustle the leaves The lake is alive with a thousand ripples All else is still, no breeze is evident When suddenly the drummer picks up the beat A crescendo of pattering now resounds The atmosphere is alive as the lake boils For a moment there is anger in the air It only last but a spell, as peace is soon restored And softly the droplets rustle the leaves once again Peace abounds, life giving liquid falling from heaven Joy surrounds the lake this morning Not from all of nature’s storming, this is not the fate The grandness is hidden on this auspicious date In the fact I stopped and watched just a while A rainy morning at the lake