Raindrops pitta patted on the leaves

As they slipped off them and dropped to the ground

Splashing gently on the grass strands

And sliding to the moist dirt

The trees stood in their stand, getting the nice soft wash

From the heavy white clouds that surrounded and dispersed

Throughout the land, the sound of the rain shower

Giving drinks to the forestation and helping them stay green

The flowers stay pink

And the bark stay brown

The clouds dripped of rain for hours and hours

Until they had run out of tears and left the sky clear

The rains disappeared