You were born to be a rainstorm
To roar throughout the night
To sing alongside falling raindrops
And pierce the dark with your light.

You were born to show natural beauty,
To wash their sins, dirt from their eyes
But the world scurried off for cover
Just as you opened up your skies.

So you let the thunder fall silent
And learnt to bite your sharp tongue
You gave them what they wanted
Which was all about endless light and sun.

But then they grew weaker,
Their leaves shrivelled and turned dry
And so they wished they didn't take for granted
Your necessary presence in the sky.

Because you might think you're not needed
That life without you is the same
But would anything beautiful ever grow,
If it wasn't washed with rain?

-maraudersfan3000