Rain is ink but watered down to
teach a man to write his will;
Each drop, a letter, pale of hue
a pearl of wisdom to instill.
Each rainstorm tells a tale of woe,
that teaches man, if well imbibed;
to wait the storm out, and to grow
to live the good life as prescribed.
Each lesson that the rain will teach
will drip onto the waiting earth;
And sink within deep in his reach,
to teach man what the earth is worth.
And when the earth is drenched with ink,
Rain pauses... so that man may think!
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Rain is wonderful ink shared here. Each drop of this ink writes a word of beautiful teaching with essence of love of nature. Nice 9imagery and wise drafting....10.