Rain Quatrains in Four Movements

                             I

The winds were loudly whistling,

Blowing the trees’ leaves all around;

God sneezed and misty rain fell to the ground;

In an instant, blades of green grass began to glisten.

                           II

The lightening choreographed its self

Throughout the air;

In the far distance, the loud thunder

Was heard clashing;

The heavily burdened clouds had taken in

All they could bare…

Suddenly, giant balls of pelting hail began

Their icy trashing…

                         III

Curious about the rain caused strife,

   The sun peeped to investigate;

Unaware—the Devil was beating his wife,

   The sun’s concern was a bit too late.

                        IV

It’s known, rain is no friend to the desert’s growth;

And that floods care less where they might spread.

   Such strange fellows are the both;

   Happily sharing the same old bed…