Blessing of the Rain

Rain comes with a purpose. And it is to shower you love. A blessings in disguise. And a world's guide. Dry lands become suddenly wet. Satisfaction is what they get. Some are replenished from thirst. Others are saved from whatever worst. Though somehow causes destruction. Yet it signifies inception. Though rain gets lives. Yet it starts new life. Clouds are eyes. Rain is the prize. Without rain we may die. That's why it looks like a cry. After the cry it will show a bow. To show hope, it's a rainbow. A help from up above. A shower of love.