Rain.
It drips down steadily like
the tears of a god.
Slowly it falls, making things
glisten in its wake.
Often foreshadowed by clouds,
sometimes springing from
nowhere, it waters the earth
and gives life to plants.
I live in England, so I
am quite used to rain.
But I wish that Noah would
find some other land.
the tears of a god.
Slowly it falls, making things
glisten in its wake.
Often foreshadowed by clouds,
sometimes springing from
nowhere, it waters the earth
and gives life to plants.
I live in England, so I
am quite used to rain.
But I wish that Noah would
find some other land.