Comes the Rain
Raindrops are falling, as the midnight's calling,
its sounds all are now pattering up on the roof.
Sleepytime's now coming, with all the drumming,
As my tired eyes are closed, revealing the proof.
Dreams are soon forming, in the night, storming,
Then not a single disrupting sound is to be heard.
Dreamland of fantasy, thoughts, without casualty,
In only visions, and without any saying one word.
Comes the rain, removes my pain, its presence,
As I then slumber, all hours without any number.
In beautiful thoughts, and of their effervescence,
Is when such magical moments, all then ponder.
Flying swiftly, and then running from end to end,
Now's my time, every nightly voyage does begin.
Over the fields, of the highest mountains, I travel,
Of its vibrancy, where my mixed thoughts unravel.
The moon, its transcending light beams to shine,
So strongly throughout the cascading of the rain.
Now, an enjoyable time all to take rest, a repose,
As a mental relinquishment, not having to explain.
Washing the ground and in replenishing the fields,
Adding a green to all, that benevolence so yields.
Making each special creature so glad in its heart,
As a coming together, for everything to feel a part.
Rain reimburses the earth, a welcomed gift, revered,
The provider of all life is this so blessed endowment.
Sent from the hands of a caring Creator, and his love,
Acts so shared by this benefactor, are as heaven sent.
Sleeping so soundly, lost in my wonderful world of rest,
As I breathe in the cooling air, this gives my way to cope.
Increasing strong faith in the Maker, our God, of his care,
His granting of this time, in our own restoring, of all hope.