The Rain in Spain

Not intended to annoy anyone in the UK during this awful Summer - maybe just another perspective!

The Rain in Spain

The pitter patter on the roof

Becomes a thunderous roar

The unfamiliar sound of rain

Comes knocking at my door

Sleep has fled and a fuddled mind

Does not understand the roar

of rain that creeps up in the night

And knocks loudly on my door

The morning brings an azure sky

The earth is green once more

And all because the thunderous rain

Came knocking at my door.

The rain in Spain not on the plain

Creating its own beat

Is soaking earth, a true rebirth

A respite from the heat.