The rain it keeps on falling.
Heeding to Natures calling.
Aiding in Natures growth.
As if some ancient oath.
Drops fall in Harmony.
Like some longing symphony.
Feeding the plants we love.
Bathing the lonely dove.
Rain is my joy.
Better than any toy.
For rain keeps on calling.
As I too am falling.

By Ilaka


Penned by my hand on the 18th of Lupar, in the year 748 AF.