Rain

The clouds swirl above, colliding in the sky Blues become grey, as the sky wants to cry. The air has a smell only a storm can bring Musical notes only Mother Nature can sing. The breath of life, blowing about Sometimes a whisper, sometimes a shout. The sounds of summer, the sounds of a storm The sounds of Life in their natural form. The performance has begun, as the sky opens wide Down comes the rain, with nothing to hide. It covers the earth in an invisible sheen A reflection of life, often unseen. An artistic portrayal with colors abound The world upside down, the sky on the ground. The droplets are alive, as they dance on the glass Becoming family and friends in the trees and the grass. Separate or one, its all in the same The uniqueness collected in the droplet of rain. A blanket which covers, unbiased around A natural demand, uniformally surround. The curtains are drawn, the show comes to an end The necessity of life from which we depend. The stillness that follows, a reminder to reflect Nothing for granted, a force to respect.

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Water that condenses from water vapor in the atmosphere and falls to Earth as separate drops from clouds. Rain forms primarily in three ways: at weather fronts, when the water vapor in the warmer mass of air cools and condenses; along mountain ranges, when a warm mass of air is forced to rise over a mountain and its water vapor cools and condenses; and by convection in hot climates, when the water vapor in suddenly rising masses of warm air cools and condenses.