Please come again.
So soft or so violent,
So cold or so warm
You give us a sign,
and sometimes nevermore.
You tease and go by
you make it less dry
We need you great water
Or else it gets hotter.
Children play, trees will sway
sometimes you're rough
But.
that is Okay.
Please come again
Water the flowers
just please don't make;
us wait all those hours.
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A good poem on Rain well penned. If we really wish to know the joy that comes with rain, we must observe the people living in desert, where prolonged drought could mean no food. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.