The rains have always been a real fascination for me ever since childhood, but the deluge in the past years, about the destruction it could cause has also left an indelible mark. Yet the earth wouldn't flourish weren't it for the bounty from above and my fascination remains.
Whether a patchy drizzle
A cloud burst, a thunderstorm
Whether a little shower
a pelt down, a rainstorm
Whether a severe deluge
Or a violent squall
The waters transformed to
vapours, rose to heaven
and humbled came down again
By whatever name
they and I shall call
You arrive the same
And I glimmer shimmer and all
