The Rain

Oh how beautiful are rainy days.
The droplets fall down like leaves in May.
The clouds thunder and laugh at the world.
The water sinks into the soil, melding with the clay.
The lighting tells its story, unfurled.
Oh what a beautiful day it is.

After-rain now,
The trees, happiness they are full of.
For the wind gusts through their leaves, with one huff.
But the day will come again when the rains will plow,
having a different story to tell.