Comes the Rain


To wash away dirt and pain,
to nourish thirsty plant gain,
Drought finally, to wane.

To fill the rivers to overflow,
To fill the lakes deep and slow,
Nourish oceans far below.

To fill the skies with fiery light,
To fill frail hearts tremble fright,
Thunder cracks in the night.

To hear the winds mighty roar,
To hear trees cry never before,
Tornado rips with mighty gore.

To feel the heat turn suddenly chill,
To start shivering and feeling ill,
Cold front brings a bitter pill.

Comes the rain,
With good and bad will.


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Images of Rain Worldwide Ron AI

We all need rain for life to survive and flourish.
And every raindrop needs a speck of dust to form.
But rain comes from storms, both gentle and violent.
And with each rain front the atmosphere cools, some-
times turning rain into snow and bitter cold.

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