5.16 God Made Every Drop of Water

 The bold rain was gallant.

 Rushing to the unreached, it threw itself down. 

The gentle rain was relaxed. 

Happy with its lot, it pattered rhythmically down.

The fast rain was competing. 

It twisted and plunged, racing to the earth.

The thin rain was nervous. 

It came steadily, but held onto fears as it came.

The quiet rain was peaceful. 

It fell and pooled gracefully down below.

The thick rain was angry. 

It beat the rooftops, demanding attention.

The baby rain was new. 

It tried out different ways to send itself down to earth. 

Mimicking all the triumphs it saw before.