Rain

And the clouds build up to thunderous applause rubbing shoulders as they muscle for position but their lives throw shadows of their existence brief, so brief yet they bring the relief to the dried earth croaking its plea up on high hey, what about me! The clouds put their heads together And share a lament They share a sad story And then they repent They break down in tears And in love release their fears As the ground receives As one that believes Sustenance, relief, quenching, with tears Of joy Ah, what joy, As the cracked lips that were gapingly open Receive their drink, and close with satisfaction Ah, the relief