The rain it comes

and does not stop,

refreshing crisp and cold.

Wash clean and cleanse,

my tired eyes,

refresh my sleepy soul.

It burns my skin,

and wakes my sense,

it’s kind, but also cruel.

Wash out the dust,

lays bare our soul,

to cleanse the April fool.

© Rain 2012

By Alexandra Carr-Malcolm

Solitary Raindrop, Hedon, East Riding of Yorkshire, England. This raindrop acted as a crude lens, focussing and inverting the trees behind it! (Photo credit: Wikipedia)