It comes and goes like the truth in a lie. 
When it appears it may bring joy it sorrow, 
But it never forgets to bring rebirth. 
It washes away sins and miseries,
As if the world is bathed in them.
It can be as quick as a wind gush or as slow as a breeze.
Of course it can't change your wrongdoings, 
Although it may appear to be cast in naivete. 
You may only see it's moodiness, 
It's ability to always seen Bipolar.
But, if you only see it's cracks, 
You may fail to see it's true beauty.
The rejoicing it may bring with it,
Can only be that of greatness.
I've can't help to appreciate it.
What would living things do without it?
What would earth do without it? 
The answer can only be one thing;
The earth would wither and crumble.
The earth would want to cry,
But have no tears to shed.
It may seem like just another thing,
But is it really?
Is it something to forget, 
Only to bask in sorrow when it's needed?
Of course you may love it; you may hate it.
The one thing you can never be is without it.
Next time it graces us with it's presence,
Remember to embrace it.
Dance in it. 
Bask in it.
Jump around in it.
Enjoy it.
What is it, you may ask?
But of course it is rain.