Sliding down the blades of grass
We ebb and flow to the soft earth
Disappear within
Sinking down to the depths below.

Soft and gentle we caress the trees
The buildings and the people
We are there to wash away the sorrow
When a loved one is laid to rest.

Other times we come in a torrent
And do not disappear into the dirt
We rush across the land
Sweeping across
Away the debris and the leaves
The rocks and the stones
The loose ruble not held down
All is necessary
Without us
The world could not survive.

Rain down is what we do
Falling from the sky above
Rolling down the hills
Sliding across the rooftops
Drops onto the heads of tiny children
Who find us fun and fill with laughter.

Our most favorite feeling
Is a child’s foot
With force of will and strength of abandon
Splashed into our puddles
Caring not what is soaked by our rain.

©2015 From my book.

Revised© 2022 “I see… what others refuse to see.
I am… what others refuse to be”
Lady Kate Phillips