The Rain

The rain,
The rain falls.
The rain falls in little drops, as it skates across my windshield.
The rain runs down the hills and trickles down spouts.
The rain brings out the children that run to play out in the open fields
The rain has a rhythm of its own. A pitter patter melody , followed by the thunders angered shouts.
The rain takes on a life of its own.
It is an ever changing being.