Water

A single drop, is how it begins, water falls in a spiral grace, as the water spins, it brings a smile to my face. I like the rain, as it falls to the ground, it hits the roof, but effaces my pain, I just love the sound.
Pleasing, the rain is to me, as the clouds soar overhead, rain will live from now and through eternity, but the falling drops I like to hear, when I'm sleeping in bed.
The wind blows the giant oak, droplets slide over the bank, across the lily pond, I hear a bullfrog croak, and in the oak I hear a bird singing: a lonely lark.
All that I know, when the rain does fall, the flowers and trees grow, to the Lord my heart does call.