Water trickled down,
making rivulets on the pane.
Small spots merged to droplets,
grey clouds and yet more rain.
It started first at dawn
With just a small, light shower
But it gathered in its' strength
And unleashed its mighty power.
By Midday the brown, parched land
Changed a hue, back into green
As dried leaves, twigs and plants
Merged together in the scene
As if quite full of pride
The boughs of all the trees
There proudly stood, their arms aloft
Giving succour to their leaves.
The best part was of course
To this dismal rainy day,
It heralded another start,
dawn of another new way.
For when the sun breaks out
On a canopy of blue
The song of birds and sunshine
Will bring energy anew!