A BLESSING BEYOND MEASURE.

In between the hustle and bustle of the street,
The heavenly pearls kiss the earth as they meet.
These pearls not only fuel the trees,
But also warmly hugs the hearts to cheers.

Nothing can compare to their sweet smell,
Which puts everyone under a magical spell.
A spell that takes our soul far away from our mind,
Making us once again our childhood find.

Little puddles formed seem to children like an ocean,
With tiny paper boats, they are circled in devotion.
These silver sprays are a serene, boundless song,
After they end, to still hear them we long.

To join the choir the little insects cannot resist,
Adding even more harmony to this melody that exists.
Meticulously painting green, each and every grain,
Such a patient artist is our beautiful rain.

I watch closely as it flows down the street,
Only to wait for it to rise and again meet.
These rains enter like a fleeting guest,
But having them is to live a life blest.