Reflections on Rain

I stand inside looking out the window
At the raindrops falling steadily down.
The sun is obscured by clouds across the
Whole sky, while each fresh breath of wind instead
Of driving the dark clouds away for the
Glorious return of the blue sky and
Shining sun, rather forcefully brings more
Masses filled to the brim with water.
Then, as an overturned bucket, they pour
Their contents to the thirsty earth below.
If 'twere not for such doleful times as these
Gloomy though they seem to be, each rising
Of the sun would bring a boding sense of
Dread. We'd fear that the scorching ball of fire,
Once cheerfully viewed, would continue in
Its blazing path with naught to give relief.
The parched ground then would cry for moisture.
But nay, we wanted all days glad to be!
No clouds for us to spoil our fun. No wind
Nor rain to halt our game for our pleasures
Are just begun! Remember then, when clouds
Do arise, that this may be for our good.
Storm and wind, clouds and rain, do combine to
Reach a blessed end. Thank God for the rain.