Let me tell you how the rain falls
It falls like tepid teardrops down your face
It falls like crystal pearls on the leaves
It falls like nourishment for the parched ground
It falls saturating the verdant mountains
Feeding the thirsty rivers that
turn turf-brown and slushing down
with nature’s verve and vigor.
The birds—burrowed—wait
Under the pouring canopy of rain
The girl runs with her face up
Wet, enjoying the tickling rain.