Rain

 Softest rain,
oh so gentle with grace,
trickles oh so smoothly down me
as I look to the sky for a familiar face.
An afternoon summers storm,
a light drizzle in the breeze,
to a disastrous thunderstorm,
filled with power and rage.
Giving life and growth,
or bringing death and end,
rain changes all
with each time it falls.
It sweeps over the ground,
making all feel safe and sound,
bringing warmth and strength
to all that are around.
Will you let it change you,
or will you simply refuse to grow?
Rain brings strength, it empowers,
let it do your will with each shower.
Lets yourself change, let yourself grow,
I tell you all this because I love the rain so.