The Rains

The rains arrive with a pitter-patter,

A gentle rhythm that soon grows fatter,

The sky a canvas of gray and blue,

As drops of rain fall, fresh and new.

The air is filled with a sweet perfume,

As raindrops kiss the blooming broom,

The earth rejoices in this sweet release,

From the scorching heat, it finds sweet peace.

The rains fall hard, and the winds howl,

As the storm rages on with a growl,

But soon it passes, and the sun appears,

A rainbow spans the sky, banishing fears.

The earth is bathed in a verdant hue,

The trees stand tall, renewed and true,

The flowers bloom, the birds take flight,

The world is a canvas of pure delight.

The rains bring life to all they touch,

The beauty they bring is just too much,

For in their gentle, soothing sound,

The rains bring life to all around.

Let the rains fall, let them pour,

For they bring beauty, and so much more,

And in their life-giving embrace,

We find the solace of God's grace