There must be rain.
For without it, there would be no
Pattering on panes or
Pouring from pantiles;
No smell of petrichor
From the pavement,
No droplets hanging from the spiders' webs,
Or pink peonies in the early summer sun.
There must be rain.
For without it, there would be no
Becks or brooks
Bourns or burns;
No streams or rivers or
Rushing rapids,
No torrents tumbling into bright waterfalls,
Or cooling pools where otters play.
There must be rain.
For without the puddles
And pools it creates,
There would be nowhere to splash in wellies
Or dance with joy at the end of the drought;
No need to share an umbrella with a friend.
No rush to shelter
No crush together
No sudden bond with a stranger, caught like you in the storm.
There must be rain.
For without the grey skies glooming over,
There would be no majestic towering clouds,
No rumble of thunder or electric thrill,
No reminder of the power that nature wields.
Without the rain,
There is no moment when the sudden sun
Breaks through the bleakness
And we, earthbound mortals that we are,
Are lifted in a moment towards the light.
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