Rain

The press of rain makes the bird sing,
As a quiet envelopes us in calm.
Go outside to feel the soft wind,
I clasp the water in my palm.

The sound of rain when in bed,
Cuddled with a good book.
The lull of rain in my head,
While I smell the food cook.

Sometimes I look out the window,
To see the sky in a shower.
Everything twirling high and low,
Some plants not lasting an hour.

Children playing and splashing,
Not caring about wet hair.
Giddy and free, all get a washing,
Enjoying the pitter patter everywhere.

Some people think rain is a pretty sight,
But others think it’s rather hard to see.
Yet I love rain even when The Sun is bright,
Always looking for the rainbow that comes to be.