Rain Poem by Sudais Green

Raining cat and rat or raining sheep and goat is not my problem,
a phenomenon that sends my mind elsewhere,
in solitude or in hullabaloo.

looking up above the sky, i see no river flowing,
no well dugged,
no spring sprinkling,
all i see is an endless cloud ejecting water!

Just to keep the land calm and fertile,
the atmosphere serene and cool.
Still, i wonder how it comes!

Scientists say, it's relief,
cyclonic,
and condensational.
But I say it's a miracle!