Rain                 7/9/01



The rain falls light but steadfast,
Unyielding yet strangely gentle.

Each drop stings with cold shock,
But refreshes my parched skin.

The thunder calls out a warning,
Craking through the dazing air.

Lightning crackles through the sky,
Bueatiful and threatening together.

The wind blows, pulling sheets of rain,
Making the trees dance with delight and fear.

I stand silent witness to nature's beauty,
Still in this perpetual moment of change.