Beauty of the rain

Dark clouds that hover in the sky, 

And the melancholy night that makes us cry, 

Is the beauty of the rain, 

Which comes again and again. 

The sweet smell of the soil on the ground, 

And the plants and flowers that bloom around, 

Is the beauty of the rain, 

Which comes again and again. 

The children playing that are full of joy, 

And the birds on the trees who just enjoy, 

Is the beauty of the rain, 

Which comes again and again. 

The eagerness to make paper boats, 

And watch it as in the water it floats, 

Is the beauty of the rain, 

Which comes again and again. 

The sound of the rain touching the surface, 

And the way it can fall with such a grace, 

Is the beauty of the rain, 

Which comes again and again. 

~ Mystery Night