The rain.

The rain.

You reach solemnly
with flashing and thundering.
Like silver threads you pour down heavily.

The thirsty trees quench their thirst.
The gutters,ditches drink to fill.
You soften the earth crust.

You slip down
from the feathers of the birds.
You set on flowers like silver crown.

Your monotonous sounds
remove silence of exhausted summer.
You make foot print on clay mounds.