The first one splattered and rolled down.
Followed, the next one with such precision,
That it was hard to say one from another.
Such is the beauty of the droplets of water when it rains.
And as I was watching those tiny drops descend on the glass window,
Slowly and beautifully, softly and tenderly,
They designed that glass so marvelously which
Even made Picasso and Michael Angelo cringe away in defeat.
Looking beyond the droplets, I saw the grey clouds
So dutifully refreshing the plants, shrubs and trees, and
Replenishing the land with the much needed elixir.
Such is the life sustaining order of rain.
A new day dawns, fresh and clean,
Chill and breezy, with the song of the morning birds
And the joy of the squirrels on the trees running here and there.
Even the greatest philosopher cannot fully understand the work of God
Of which rain is just a part.
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