The pristine pebbles
spattered like quills of nature
repleting the soil
and quenching the soul
It's selcouth rhythm of drizzle
with plodding zephyr
plunged away the
shrivelling roots
Each pellucid bead of shower
adorned the slithering leaflets
Tuning a soothing complacence
from it's strings of driblets
To perpetuate the hopes
and evade the exruciating dolor,
To relish the inundating
Redolence of the 'Rain'