The Heavenly Rain

The heavenly rain Grows crops and grain And paints the world green. It stoops so low Where grasses grow But keeps the earth clean. I laugh aloud And run around When the sky has lost its hue. The droplets drenched Has thirsts quenched And gives everyone his due. When rain falls, Like pearl drops And clouds cover the sky, I run outdoors, And sway to its scores, So none can see me cry. Amidst the rain Behind the pane A sick boy wages his battle. The stream overflows Behind lush meadows Where cowboys graze the cattle. When showers come It washes scum And removes all that's filthy. Wish it could Do some more good To keep our minds healthy. © Som