Dashing Down to earth,
Sand to the Ocean,
Pebbles to the Emerald Mountain.
A Raspberries' Thousandth red Juicy Drop.
A Clouds' Crystal Clear Cleansing shower,
Forever releasing from the sky,
Natures' Natural Nourishing Necessity,
And Why the Sky Keeps Weeping.
A Strong, Masked persons' Unwanted Tear.
Sorrows' gentle Stroke,
Beginning the Orchestra with a Single pulse.
Swelling Rivers like a Great Snakes Dry Skin,
Erasing Shores and Bridges,
Guenching and Feeding the Common Flowers.
A Childs murmuring, Splashing, whisper.
Cleansing and Wiping the side walk chalk,
Ready for the next Onslaught.
And When the Sky Clears
After Raining Just Right,
You Can Fly a Kite.