Rains Green

An open thought makes the grass grow green. Rain, is a pillow for trees--a creator of streams. So soft, and gentle. Raindrops so clear. Stop and listen, promise to hear. The lasting smile, so true and placed. Never running from the pressure we face. Like rain they come and go. In storms or pleasant flows. Never lasting but, a moment earned. not to be wasted or left to burn. I promise rain will fall, and just like the trees, after rain so soft, greener it will be.