Drizzle

The drizzle floated gently down eventually turning to mist Caressing leaves and flowers as it went by apart from those it kissed At last it reached the grass which was relieved that the drought seems to have passed The humans gave thanks that the drought might break Although this little bit would barely their thirst slake But this this the bit of rain Gave them hope that it would come again Further north it fell as snow Just enough for the hill As skiing to qualify still Although not a mogul in sight Keen skiers try as they might