The Life-Sustaining Song Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The sky turns gray, a cloudy sheet,
We sigh, 'Oh no, the rain, how fleet! '
The sun feels weak, the air feels cool,
We grumble, breaking nature's rule.

But this wet gift, this falling tear,
Is what makes all things bright and clear.
The thirsty ground drinks deep and long,
A quiet, life-sustaining song.

The rivers swell, the lakes fill high,
With water pure, beneath the sky.
Our cups are full, our thirst is gone,
From rain that helps the day go on.

The seeds awake, the shoots unfurl,
Through sun and rain, they twist and twirl.
Our food on plates, a vibrant hue,
Owes thanks to drops, both old and new.

The greenest woods, the creatures small,
The buzzing bee, the bird's soft call,
All drink the rain, in forest deep,
While vital streams their secrets keep.

And when the clouds begin to cease,
The air feels clean, a gentle peace.
The dust is washed, the smog erased,
By rain that life has interlaced.

So next time drops begin to fall,
Remember this, for one and all.
The rain's a friend, though sometimes gray,
The source of life, come what may.