When I was a small child,
playing with toys,
something suddenly shook the earth,
with a thundering voice.Mom... Mom...! I cried,
"Something happened to our home,
someone burst something on it,
somewhere at the dome."She was calm and tried to explain,
"My dear child, it is the Uncle cloud,
who had come to pour his blessings,
by making the noise aloud."I was relieved and then,
my mother took me out there,
pointing at the dark sky,
she said it was the cloud there.Moments later from the dark sky,
drop by drop the water fell,
I was astonished on seeing its
arrival upon the thundering bell.Soon there was completely
water falling from the sky,
I was delighted bathing in the rain,
which was falling by and by.

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The Shower of Nature
PoetryThe drop of rain maketh a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by soft falling. - Hugh Latimer