Lindsay Newfeld
Ode to Rain

The sunrays shine upon the land,
The clouds are never in command.
But when the sun has gone from sight,
The sky grows dark, as dark as night.

The rain falls softly from a cloud
A crash of thunder, booming loud.
A bolt of yellow cuts the dark
It hits the ground, creates a spark.

The raindrops slow, the sun appears.
A rainbow glows, the sky soon clears.
The rain leaves but few things behind:
Just blooming flowers to remind.

The desert sands still hot and dry,
The rain, it comes just on the fly.
But when it does, it lasts a while
It comes with force and brings a smile.