On the Wings of the Wind

On the wings of the wind comes the rain.
So happy to be here, it leaps from the sky
Twirling, diving, plummeting to the ground
Splashing high, each drop joyously greets its friends
Running together to find the others
Joining in streams and rivulets
Pouring down hills, cars, necks
Slurping over the sides of gutters
Finding low spots to gather in
Making puddles and mud.

Once the world is sufficiently soaked
And the clouds are mostly empty
The rain slows its downward dance
Droplets caught in trees, on roofs
Make their way to the ground
And the puddles grow.

Then another cloud arrives
Bearing more drops
Eager to fly.