Rain

So cliché but yet is necessary
To want it when there is a drought
Then whine and complain that there's too much of it
Nothing is too much everything happens for a reason
The rains fall down to quench a parched land
Leaving a wake of floods and landslides behind her
Her majesty is in her wrath and the beauty is life that starts because of her
So be thankful for the thunderous volume of her being
She is doing what she does best
Our souls are richer and stronger because of her