The Rain

The rain falls on the thirsty ground, In drops of diamonds, gleaming found; Each droplet tells a tale of care— That Nature sheds on all laid bare.

Oh soft, sweet rain, that knits the gloom— In each fresh drop, new life will bloom; You kiss the soil, you wake the seed— A fleeting moment is all we heed.

With every shower, the world awakes, From ancient dreams the spirit shakes; The air is filled with scents divine— Of vivid bloom, you twist and twine.

So fall, my rain, and cleanse my soul, With every drop, I feel made whole; For in your grace, I see the light— The beauty born from every night.

• George William Curtis