Healing Rain

The days were hot, the air was still Leaves began to drop, they lost their will And then the rains began to fall Moisture and relief began to call. A joyful treat for animal and trees And blades of grass waving in the breeze With joyful sounds as puddles formed Cracks in dry ground were soon transformed. Tho life may crack, joy comes to heal Eyes open you begin to feel Relief, as with the gently rain It comes to quench your soul again. So, while you wait for rain to come Tho seems too slow, absent for some Do as the leaves with colors bright Be patient, things will soon come right.