When it rains is the sky crying?
Is it the lion dying?
Water falls in droplets from the clouds
Hitting the rooftops really loud
Puddle splashers filled with laughter
Leaping, jumping into the here after
Sweet nectar for the roses
Tickling, trickling down one's noses
Wetting blades of grass
Making one slip and fall on to one's Asp
Making rivers rushing into over flow
Tearing down sand castles leaving and after glow
Turning Mountains into sand
Eroding everything away changing the land