Nature Observation

Rain

I call the clouds home. 

There are good days and there are bad days. When the clouds get angry, they let me fall to the earth below. I nourish the grass, the plants, the flowers, the dirt; I can see how happy they all become after I leave because they lift their faces again. I can make grass greener, and save the sunflowers so they can provide bees with nectar and pollen. I fall into the rivers and supply the world with fresh drinking water. I bring signs of hope to places that have not seen me in a while. I am pretty to watch fall in the form of thousands of tiny droplets. I make puddles so children can splash around and have a little fun. 

But when the clouds get extra angry, I can become destructive. I don’t feel good about it, but I can’t help how powerful I can be sometimes. I destroy homes where people reside, I create floods that swallow gardens and farmland. I can make dams burst and flow into places I never thought I’d be. I come in the form of hurricanes, tornadoes and tsunami’s. I don’t wish to be part of something so painful, but I have seen firsthand the good that comes out of what I have done. The world comes together to fix what I have damaged. They pray over me and up to my home in the clouds. They wish for me to come help when forests have been set on fire, and when a drought has killed too many living things. I am both good and bad. 

If only I knew how to control both of them. I am rain and I am never going away.