Rain

This rain that touches plains and field is kind; it makes all living greens to thrive and grow. Abiding creatures wait in homes, don't mind; a little wetness cleans their trails some know. Fresh rain brings sweet aroma, sky's aglow; spring flowers surely glisten, lives abound. Clouds gray then seen, were laid afore set low; thus showers keep our feathered tribes aground. Half-circle bow, your colors' bright around; such beauty holds our eyes upon your sight. Your perfect shape and hues, how they astound; all so soon they now take themselves to flight. Cool rain, such benediction, softens heat; parched weary glebe applauds your noble feat!