Rain

Scorched by the sun
The Earth turned arid
First came a drizzle
To slake her a little

Mercy of heavens
Or spilled by an angel
It came down to her
Like some elixir of life

Next was the pitter-patter
A continuous thrumming
Dimmed was the skylight
And it raised high the spirits

But now it’s a roar
A violent drumming
It floods all the streets
And brings down the buildings