I wondered,will the rain be strong enough.
The fields with the seeds sown
are waiting for the rains,
Silent raindrops that fell all night
Were never heard the same before
The pour is just a drizzle as light
Though feel came from clouds that tore
Will this drizzle turn a pour?
And tender seeds below the soil
That have been sown,but lay in sleep
Will sprout to grow a harvest to reap?