Rain is like a mother's kiss,
the Earth rejoices when it comes,
and when it's gone a blank abyss,
like living in a city's slums.
The plants! The plants! Oh how they love,
the comfort from their mother's lips,
that touch she brings with heavenly glove,
nurturing, refreshing...from rain she drips.
And people live without a care,
oblivious to the life she brings,
worrying about their dampened hair,
as plant, and bird, and nature sing.
Rain feeds the world, the people, the trees,
and with each quenching drop creates life's small anomalies