There are many different types of rain.
First comes the gentle rain of Springtime.
That coaxes a sleepy daffodil to bloom again.
While it waters deep the parched dry pine.

Rain who's each life-giving drop contains.
A ray of hope of things that are brand new.
Like elixirs from long past lost gods of rain.
Not just a pitter-patter rain of living dew.

Then as the summer days grow warmer.
Storm clouds erupt against a sky of blue.
Sending soaking rains to water thirsty plants.
Wash their dirty faces , their spirits to renew.

Raining now with gusto, chariots race into view.
Swirling white clouds mixed by an artist brush.
Filling up the landscape and raining now on cue.
As splish-splash the rain now comes with a rush.

In the Fall, Mother Nature gives a season ball.
Invites all the trees to dress up bold and gay.
Then the rain comes down daily in the early fall
Making all our world both damp and gray.

Was it not for the bolder colors in the tree.
How more dreary this sunless rain would be.
The rain in the winter falls far and wide.
It sometimes drives us to stay warm inside.

Covers this earth in a coat of ermine white.
But it does fill our souls with much delight.
It drifts slowly down with a feathery grace.
And makes our  winter world a special place.