I hear the rain pouring down,
A lovely little melody in this town;
Its been some time since we felt your kiss,
And the plants are preparing for a metamorphosis.
The rain is cooling the air,
Pleasing the work-horses and beasts-of-burden everywhere;
The streams shall replenish,
And repair the drought's blemish.
But for me, I stand in the sweet poetic verse,
Letting the water and earth amalgamate and disburse;
Washing away my sin, and all the so-called reality,
Can anything really bring back that practicality?