Gentle

Gently falls the rain,
  dripping onto the parched ground.
Leaving goodness,
  hearing the lushness of sound
As it drips and feeds
  the earth with it's rhythm of
Lightness because gray
  is not dark, and the birds call.
Heralding the wonder
  of it's soft sound released for them.
It beckons you to still
  and hush, resting in the stillness.
Let wonder come,
  let waiting be a joy, let it go.
All because of this
  soft rainy day of quietness.