Refreshing Senses Of Thought Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watching rain as it falls from heavenly skies, giving a
refreshing sense of thought in each and every drop as it
hits the ground.

Creating it's own magic, collecting every drop and making
puddles across the ground, fascinating collections all
in one area where they all mingle and get along unlike
human beings for some reason.

Watering every plant and tree as it flows from above,
nourishing and giving sustenance to it all, knowing the
explicitness of finding reasons and logical explanations
when there are normally none to be found.

Existing to be written into poetry, no other form of
expression so concise and accurate, giving everything
it's total due in one fell swoop of a pen.