Rain

The rain is like Mother Nature crying in pleasure
like dimonds falling from clouds of silver.
Beautiful like the meeting of sould mates.
It pelts the ground like the hooves of a racing horse.
It can pound the Earth in anger or
fall gently in pleasure.
It is wet and cool like the cleansing of friendship.
It is a crystal mirror.

I will catch it in my palm;
Keep it from falling to the polluted ground.
I will hold it safely from the
mouths of the greedy.
You are my rain and i will not let you fall.