RAIN

The creeking sound of the thunder,
Lashing the ears like it's going numb;
Following the prompt movement of the light,
Comes the storm that bow thy head to seek His favour!

The water so cool and cold,
Moving gently down the stream;
Like a stranger lost in the wilderness
Pishing out all over the earth surface.

O ye soil of the earth,
The drops so minute, the runoffs unbearable.
Endure the face uplift for the time been,
As the inhabitants, get together to tend to your need.

O tillers of thy land,
The earths so soft that your hoes ready to work.
Hope you're ready to sow the seed you seek rain for?
But hope you won't seek it stops when it gets out of hand.