In each raindrop there is a kind of magic, <br />magic in the falling blue-white thunder, <br />the thunder that in a flash downward flick <br /> <br />the flick of something about which I wonder, <br />the wonder that again brings fresh new life, <br />new life to where seeds are turned under. <br /> <br />The bright rainbow has a own kind of spell, <br />a spell of time when the hot sun blazes, <br />blazes in brilliance as all is well, <br /> <br />while the deep well suddenly amazes, <br />amazes with water that is clear and pure, <br />pure to the taste as heat hangs in a haze. <br /> <br />Nothing can the power of rain remove <br />as overnight the grass and the crops jumps, <br />proving the great power of divine love.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-each-raindrop-there-is-a-kind-of-magic-enclosed-triplet/
