Sonnet: The Dance Of Rain Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

Upon the window panes they gently fall,
These crystal droplets from the brooding sky,
Each bearing stories that they wish to call,
As down the glass they race and multiply.

Like nature's tears they cleanse the dusty earth,
Their rhythm speaks a language pure and clear,
In puddles deep they dance with endless mirth,
While thunder drums a bass note far and near.

They nourish flowers sleeping in their beds,
And wash the leaves until they shine anew,
Like diamonds scattered when the storm cloud sheds
Its treasures on the world in morning dew.

Though some may curse the rain and seek the sun,
I'll praise each drop until its course is run.