The cold rain

Wakes the slumbering tree

And mighty birds flee

With noisy clamour

As people rush for shelter

Leaving tiny plants

To shiver the wrath of shower

The furious and unrelenting rain

Pours over every life, every structure

And withdraws in unexpected haste

Is it overcome by fatigue?

Or perhaps by sympathy?

As it waits for yet another day

To unleash its fury