Raindrops fall, dancing where e‘re they land.

The hungry soil drinks quickly for it is dry as sand.

The rain comes hard at first forming streams running along the street.

Soon it slows to a moderate fall and trees and flowers stand to greet.

Come my little raindrop for I need your moisture; liquid sunshine falling down.

You come as the sky lights up with flashes of lightning and thunders rolling sound.

The breeze comes gently to lead your drops to cover all the land.

Relief from the dryness and July heat is a gift from God’s own hand.

When the morning comes and sun once more begins to shine upon the trees

The moisture that you sent our way will soon dry with the warm summer breeze.

The trees, flowers and grass care not of what tomorrow may bring.

They simply stand in place and enjoy the sound as raindrops sing.

Splash and dance and playfully caress the fruits of nature’s creation.

The rain is greeted by all the land with joy and great jubilation