The rain

As the the soft rain ripples through the inky sky

I look out the window and ask myself why?

Right then the rain stopped its slow decline

The sun seeped through and made the earth shine

I wonder where the rain went?

Or if it made a dent

In the buildings stretching high

Into the endless bright blue sky

I touch the puddles made by the rain

I hear them rushing down the drain

I watch the puddles slowly die

As the soft rain moves on through the inky sky