The boom, the charging call,
And forth the water droplets go!
To wage war with their ancient foe
The Earth, to which they fall

A crash, the crack of light,
Their ally leaves but ash around
As, speeding passed, he smotes the ground
With streaks of burning might

But Lightening flees as fast
And leaves the Rain to wage her war,
As endless hordes of soldiers pour,
Each fighting to the last

The Rain remembers when,
Just once, she beat the prideful stones,
And swallowed up Earth’s battered bones
To cleanse the race of men

And since, she cannot yield.
The Rain will rest when she has won,
And only retreats from the Sun
To storm another field

– s. Clark