A Soft Summer's Rain

I used to be a raindrop
Fallen in a soft summer's rain
Soaked up by the thirsty earth
So that spring's last flowers might prevail

But the wilted that I so longed to heal
Took advantage and they drained me dry
Until there wasn't hardly anything left
For my journey back to the clouds

But now I am a thunderstorm
Roaring and raging through the night
Without even much of a second glance
At tiny, wind battered flowers