Rain

It falls like little grains of sand,
On the vast water thirsty lands.
To the trees and plans,
Their life it grants.

Every being awaits its arrival,
Because for them, it means survival.
For a farmer,his crops are is life
Which he grows amidst difficulties and strife

His life depends on his crops,
And the life of the crops are the little rain drops
Sometimes with it come disasters like flood
Killing people in cold blood.

It leaves a place fresh and clean;
Making the trees lush green.
Without it, everyone would die,
And there would be nothing but hue and cry.


NOTE: Written in 1995