Rain.

One second slamming against the ground as if to split it open,

The next, it is calmly pattering the earth, collecting into small rivulets,

And flowing into miniature lakes.

One raindrop is innocent, consumed by the earth as soon as it falls,

But when many raindrops join together, it can turn into a menace, causing floods and mudslides.

Rain can be soothing, with the rhythmic beats against the window,

Dripping off of the roof of the house into small puddles,

Tapping happily to an unsung tune, punctuated by the low, booming vibrations

Of the thunder, and accompanied by the violent white flash of lightning.

Then, after a long serenade, or just a short ditty, it ends, leaving either

Dreamers sad at its ending, or mourners rejoicing at its long-awaited silence.