R: : A: : I: : N: : Poem by Bryce Edward Coast

From clouds, cool teardrops plummet down
Cascading, with percussive sound
In Spring, to douse the barren earth
To nourish deepest roots, that thirst
Like trees and flowers, I don't mind
With open arms, it feels divine
Umbrella-holders pass and stare
But I don't really give a care
Some people run, some people hide
Some people choose to stay inside
But I absorb it with a grin
With passing time, beneath I'd spend
Here pirouetting, spinning through
I might as well start singin' too
Though many things in life can rile
Fun is the rain, I'm like a child
It's scintillating to the spirit
To close your eyes~magic~to hear it