Rain

So simple is the rain,
Cascades for days and lays,
In mud to seep in Earth,
And spring life.
That clear, giving water,
Slips down windowpanes,
Reflects the rays from
Crystal eyes.
Surprising is this life to fall,
And rise and fall and yet,
Contented in it all it runs
Along in streams.
Babbling by the rocks and
Picking up their life, moving
Towards a greater cause,
And falls from a great height.
It should flow and flood,
This way and beat fair,
Anger's wings against the
Doorstep.
It can give and takeaway,
Good life and none do say,
'Watch out for that puddle!
Do not get wet today'.