Rain

I soothe parched land
and help plants grow.

In the winter,
I turn to snow.

I lick the grass
and kiss the trees.

I make rivers
and feed the seas.

Pitter, patter
splish, splash

Thunder boom
lightning flash,

I pour down hard
or sometimes soft,

raining out of
my cloudy loft.

All great creatures
big or small

without me, could not
live at all.