Have You Ever Seen the Rain?

Have you ever felt the drops, like tears,
Fall into your hand,
Kiss the misty, broken pieces,
As they sweep onto your lips?

Did you find a way to see the sky
From a bird's eye view,
As ebbs of blue and silver streak,
The midnight blanket's canvas?

If ever, did you bathe within,
The outdoors' softest showers,
Bangs in eyes as it pours down,
And for once do not feel cold?

Have you ever listened to the pits and patters,
Running elves upon grass hills,
Ending at the pavement's bend,
A steady beat, despite the wind?

Did you ever miss its gentle touch,
Like a newborn to one's mother,
Caressing with no other care,
Quieting all worry?

Do you hear the birds sing peacefully,
Despite their different voices,
Flowers, trees, how could they grow,
Because of just one storm?

Did you ever take a second glance,
At the things that do surround you,
To truly wonder, to be sure,
Have you ever seen the rain?