After long winters and brutal summers

It comes to cleanse the earth

The first drop you feel is always the heaviest

And the rest follow suit

Damp jeans and slippery tennis shoes 

As you rush to find shelter

From the water the clouds shed 

In this stormy weather

The steady thud of each drop

Pattering on the roof incessantly

A lullaby of thunder and pop!

No light until dawn

What can we do til then?

Cuddle, sleep, dream

But few listen

To the rain