I awoke to the rain
drumming on my window pane.
Opening my lattice I let it in
the purifying water that washes away sin.
The hypnotic sound
of rain falling all around.
All my life I have listened to the rain.
The same drumming
of water coming
from the sky
falling on you and I.
The rain has no end
But you and I my friend
May listen for a while
Smile
then pass on by.
K Morris - Poet 
This is beautiful Kevin, and I too love the rain. We once camped in the Lake Dustrict for three weeks in the rain. Sometimes I go up onto the riverbank and just kind of roll in the wet grass after it has rained. Lol. Maybe I am a dog really. Ha! Lovely poem
Thank you Lorraine. Its always lovely to meet a fellow lover of the rain. Rolling in the wet grass sounds like good fun (until one has to wash one’s clothes afterwards …)! All the best – Kevin