A Poem: I am the Rain

 I Am The Rain

I fall to Earth, pitter and patter,
Skies turn dark, storm clouds gather, 
I turn the sands damp and brown,
The travellers hasten to town,

Weeks of my absence,
Have caused an imbalance,
After the dust and the heat,
To life, I am so sweet,

I drum gently on the grass,
And slide down the window,
I cling to the warmth of your fingertips against the glass,
Then I lose grip; I let go.