Rain (poem)

Rain
Beating on my windshield
As the wipers move
In syncopated time
To the music on my radio

Rain
Filling puddles
Pouring into creeks
Spilling into fields
Swelling into rivers
Bringing life
And sometimes death

Rain
Running down our faces
Wetting our hair
Soaking our clothes
As we laugh and play
And embrace and cry
And walk hand-in-hand
In the rain