Whenever rains drops,
A soothing feeling rubbing my back,
Its tendrils touches my spine,
Making me feel the cool of time.
Soil welcomes it for nourishment,
Quenching its thirst from a long drought,
There the blessing comes forth,
Some new shoots emerge from behind,
The harvest of the long waiting.
Rain comes as a blessing.
Susan T. Aparejo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blessings-of-the-rain/
