Rain Poem by Frank Ian Bowen

Large wet drops lose clouds firm grasp
and fall on hills to which plants do clasp.
The drops sink in, they’re gone so fast,
Without the rain no plant would last.
From rain stems life, now there’s a fact,
it comes from oceans where heat’s not lacked.
And warmed up molecules then react.
They get excited, spread out wide,
get lighter too, so rise to sky.
Once there they chill in cold air streams,
to form the clouds which form sweet dreams.
The wind then moves them round the world,
and viewed from satellites, they swirl.
As land is met those clouds must rise,
the colder temps cause closer ties.
This forms the water drops you see,
that rain from sky on you and me.