It beats the ground, lays every thing down…but rain falls up to me.
It rushes, it floods; it flows sideways & slanted…yet rain falls up to me.
It soaks, it coats, it clings, it drags…though rain falls up for me.
It washes away, wipes clean, soaks deep…still…rain falls up for me.
As you watch it come down I feel it go up…the shoots & veins of flower & tree.
Though every drop must hit the ground…the rain always falls up to me.
L.B.Stowe 