Images of Rain Worldwide Ron AI

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 wind’s 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.

Copyright 2025 © Ronald W. Hull

3/27/25

You can read and print this poem at my website here.