The rain came down
And soaked into the earth
And the wild flowers in the fields
Drank it up
And sang it out
In shapes and colors
And happy worms wriggled
On the sidewalks
And streams swelled
Rushing over stones and
Around boulders
And gurgled and swirled and foamed
And raindrops
Ran down window panes
And beat on tin roofs
And on flooded streets lined with shops
And spoke through the leaves
Splattered on pebbles
And mushroom tops
And ran in gutters
Reshaping the sand
Bent the tall grasses
Exerting their will
Blew in through the screen
All over the sill
Abated a little
Then moved towards the hill
Got beyond the valley
And left the air still