Splash!
The first drop touches down,
Glistening in the sun
Like the greatest King’s crown.

Brushing the earth,
Cracked and dry,
It satisfies the soul
And is pleasing to the eye.

The second drop hits,
Flying to the earth,
Buried in the ground,
Encouraging new birth.

The dust rises,
Trying to greet the rain
As the sun rises
And smiles on the plain.

The dry ground,
Parched for a drink,
Lifts up its face
At the sound of each “plink”