A Gift Called Rain

I never could conceive
how rain would be a gift
it got me wet and muddy,
my hair, my shoes a mess.

But now I've gotten older
with that comes wisdom too.
I've learned to understand
just what rain can do.

It nurtures everything
the wind, flowers and trees.
It houses all sorts of use.
it shelters pain and waters fruits.

Rain promotes growth
for yes all kinds of things.
It masks my pain,
can make me sing,
puts wind beneath my wings.

How was I to know,
the rain, our planet needs.
today I know our rain,
it is a gift indeed.

I know today you see,
I will attest ask me,
how many times the rain
has masked my tears for me.