Turn you head a little, and glance briefly at the rain, <br />Watch it creeping down that clear glass windowpane. <br />Making a rhythmic tapping sound, it's such a soft refrain, <br />Thrown there by a wind whose temper, we cannot contain. <br /> <br />Clouds of grey release their weighty contents from the sky, <br />Feeding plants that on the ground, I'm pretty sure would die <br />Without the refreshing water. Trees like the tall green leylandii <br />Would shrivel up. We must also consider the fragile butterfly. <br /> <br />Although we moan each time we are bombarded by a shower, <br />We need to think of all it saves, even one simple flower. <br />It holds within its droplets numerous minerals of such power, <br />Continually feeding this dry, parched earth, hour after hour. <br /> <br />Let us appreciate the wonders which nature doth bestow, <br />Keeping our land a pleasant place for everything to grow.<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-soft-refrain/
