Rain Poem by Mona Lisa Aspiras

Rain droplets drizzle at first,
gently caressing whatever they encounter
Mothers with their babies seek shelter.
Babies open their mouths, as if
the rain which touches their tongues is sweet honey.

Rain, God's gift to the world.

Gently, it waters the grass, flowers, shrubs and trees.
Earthworms venture out of the soil.
Birds seek shelter under the leaves of tree branches.

Suddenly, the gentle rain gathers in strength.
Heavy dark clouds form,
pregnant with water ready to descend and
nourish the thirsty - the dry, parched earth
and its inhabitants.

Now the rain pours in buckets.
Angry and mighty clouds roll about,
their friction causing deafening thunder,
sudden lightning illuminating the sky.

This show of sound and sight is God's creation.
The rain nurtures and relieves Earth.

Thunder and lightning seemingly display God's anger;
only meaning to showcase God's power,
Nature's power.