The Rain

Pitter, patter, pitter, patter, the rain falls from the sky. Once the gather of fellow friends of molecules and matter, we have become like bladder with time to spatter everywhere like the fountain of the mouth of Merlion found in Singapore. 

The travel up was steady but now the downward scatter was like the Giant Drop in an amusement park. You can literally hear the screams of every drop if they be given their voices and their varied expressions. 

The splat and the scatter and the water came just nice for the plants and the farmers. The little people needed the coolness of the curtain fan and the animals quenching their thirst after the very hot burning scorching and warm heating surroundings. The children enjoyed the bath and play and the birds took their needed cleanup. 

Then when the sky has emptied everything they've got, the molecules and vapors start to lose their grip on the ground and up they rise once more. Some from the floor and some from the surfaces of trees and creatures. Some from crevices hidden somewhere and some from in-between the soils. Lots from the gathering of moist and flow; of reservoirs and pools of rivers.