There's a noise heard from above,
Striking the roof hastily,
In the manner of a clock sound,
The many recurring clicks.
The fluid running, dropping,
An essential element of all organisms,
Covering most of the earth's surface,
Slipping away of hand's grip.
Invisible to the naked eye,
When drying up without notice,
And form cotton in the sky,
But falls down when becomes heavy.
It quenches the thirsty soil,
And showers the greenery,
Gives life to a barren field,
Brings glee to the country life.
Watch the children play,
Hear the joyful yells,
The sensation they feel,
As tiny drops touch their skins.
