Rejoice Rejoice

 

Rejoice rejoice the rain now falls,

Rescuing us from a hot dry-spell.

A watery redemption for the parched hard ground,

It’s bath time for my friends of the wood.

 

Sometimes the rain can get us down.

But when we’re without it for a time,

We feel unsettled in our hearts,

As with a poet, who has lost her rhyme.