Rain, rain , rain

A thousand tiny drops upon the pane

Marching in their millions toward the drain

And whose to say those drops are all the same?

Against the shutters, splash and down they go

Into the Gutters, or to rivers flow

Rain, rainy day

On rooftops or on treetops either way

The curbsides and the creek beds know the way

To turn these drops to streams that flow away

To fill the rivers, bound by banks and shores

Or to the sewer, down the gutter's course

Drawn by weeds in stagnant pools of mud

Or tossed in torrents, agents of the flood

To lay to rest in placid lake

Or raging for a dam to break

Their destiny, eventually, the sea...