The Rain by Shanna Lynn Browning

The rain comes down
Adorning the fingers of branches
With millions of tiny diamonds
The rain comes down
Forming puddles on the muddy ground
For children’s feet to jump
The rain comes down
Kissing the faces of people it meets
Strangers who run from its advances
The rain comes down
Quenching the thirst of life on earth
Strengthening what is weak
The rain comes down
Falling on a dirty soul
Washing away the stains
Cleansing what is unclean
The rain comes down
Falling to earth from a Father's eyes
Seeking to adorn, to please, to kiss
To quench, to cleanse
The rain falls down