The soil was brown and plain, never did it wear grass, never did a deer graze.
That day the blue sky did stain, in black clouds like brass, air did dance in a misty haze.
Came upon the first drop of rain, racing to the earth, in brown did it drown.
And soon came more the water grain, like it was her berth, like the bride in her gown.
The thirsty droplets kissed the soil, first were tough, and then were gentle.
The rocks dreamed to turmoil, the water now enough, as they smiled subtle.
Had it listened to someone talk, the age old hills, or the elderly plants,
that someday would clouds stalk, like the dollar bills, or the racing ants.
But dreams and love, cease before you feel, and so was this passing storm
The sky didn't blink now, nor did it screel, even the silence did the harm.
The brown was now green, the deer grazed on, it was not the same old brown.
beautiful like a queen, charming like a just born, yet the earth had a frown.
It was dull and sad, cried and dried, and throbbed and thrilled for the cloud again.
But the fate was bad, forever and ever, and never could it forgo the pain.
Came many other grey puffs, but never could it dance, the drops now went in vain.
There were just volcanic snuffs, it was in a lost trance, and memories never left, in fain.
That day the blue sky did stain, in black clouds like brass, air did dance in a misty haze.
Came upon the first drop of rain, racing to the earth, in brown did it drown.
And soon came more the water grain, like it was her berth, like the bride in her gown.
The thirsty droplets kissed the soil, first were tough, and then were gentle.
The rocks dreamed to turmoil, the water now enough, as they smiled subtle.
Had it listened to someone talk, the age old hills, or the elderly plants,
that someday would clouds stalk, like the dollar bills, or the racing ants.
But dreams and love, cease before you feel, and so was this passing storm
The sky didn't blink now, nor did it screel, even the silence did the harm.
The brown was now green, the deer grazed on, it was not the same old brown.
beautiful like a queen, charming like a just born, yet the earth had a frown.
It was dull and sad, cried and dried, and throbbed and thrilled for the cloud again.
But the fate was bad, forever and ever, and never could it forgo the pain.
Came many other grey puffs, but never could it dance, the drops now went in vain.
There were just volcanic snuffs, it was in a lost trance, and memories never left, in fain.