The Rain Has Come Poem by Indigo Rose Christman

A cold breeze whispers through the trees.
It brings memories of rain drenching the ground… refreshing rain.
Gray clouds billow on the horizon.
Flowers quiver in excitement.
The cold air picks up strength and clouds darken the sky.
Ancient oaks smile down on saplings dancing in the wind.
Drip… drip… drop. The rain begins.
Pitter, patter, pitter, patter…
The earth seems to sing in delight.
The rain pounds into the ground.
Streams fill… rush… rush.
It slows… it stops… silence.
The sun breaks through.
Colors spread across the sky…
Celebrating new life