1A Time of Cleansing
Drip drop, pitter patter
Cloudy skies crying on the world
Sun is gone, not wanting to see the world
When the sad rain pours down
But it is not sad
It is anything but misery
It's a blessing, a cleansing
A chance for the land to bathe
The wind quickly dries
The now soaked ground
Unaware of how much it's loved
A girl stands in this world
Looking up at the sky
Why are you sad?
She yells concerned
But the clouds do not answer
Sad now, she turns away
Boom flash, boom, boom flash
Startled now
She jumps away to a tree, soaked to the bone
Her mother comes
Why are you sad?
She asks the girl
I am not sad
I am happy because, like the Earth,
I am now clean.