A song

I hear a song...and I hear it all day long 

It's a song only I believe I can hear 

It is truly a song of songs 

Some like to avoid the song, 

Sleep on the song

Get mad at the song 

But I hear the song 

The song is loud 

The song quiet 

The song is ugly 

The song is violent 

The song is beautiful 

The song is proud 

The song is graceful 

The song lives in the clouds, but 

There will come a day when I don't hear 

This song as often 

The plants won't be as vibrant

The sky won't look as bright

The soil won't be as moistured 

The roots will shrivel tight 

Just what is this song and how can it affect 

So much of our surroundings?

Why can such a song be so beautiful yet destructive? 

Can it really be hard to tell? 

It's easy..it's simple: The rain from the clouds have fell...