Rain

Short poem about Rain.

The rain hath come, the rain hath gone
And when it left the world felt wrong.
I miss the water from the sky,
because without it all does fry.
The humidity is far too much
But with the rain it was not such.
Sitting in the rain is fun
Much more than sitting in the sun.
I do wish the monsoons were here
With lightnings and thunders for all to hear.
I really, really need the rain
Because with it my brain feels tame.
I was not stressed or worried much
When I lay under the rain's touch.
My shirt may have gotten drenched
But worry from my brain was wrenched.
I was really happy until it was gone
And the the world just all felt wrong.