Across The Plain Poem by Eugene Mattingly

The wind blows freely across the plain
her motives hidden from our sight
but she knows what must be done
to bring along the needed rain

First a cloud or two appears
then the coolness surrounds
the mood in the air changes
then she brings forth her tears

The tears she cries are tears of joy
the grass and flowers await her coming
as do the animals and all things living
the rain now falling across the plain.