RAIN

Dark clouds form,
high overhead
followed by the that 
drip, drip, drop 
until the heavens open high above 
Releasing drops of gods given love 

Softly droplets pelt the ground 
Pitter patter is the sound 
what was lost 
Is now found 
Yellows turn to emerald greens 
Roots spread out to quench their thirst 
Mother Nature
Renews the earth 

“There’s a puddle” 
One kid shouts 
“Don’t you dare" the mother pouts 
Kid turns with a cheeky grin 
Up to his ankles he’s now in 
Wading in gods given gift 
Of this playground for this kid