Rain (Rhyme Royal)

Cooling comfort pours,  touching Earth,
Refreshing the parched,  thirsty soil.
Each drop is precious,  of true worth
For some,  a blessing for their toil.

A sign of hope that heaven hears,
Constant as the rays of sunlight
All await when the skies cry tears.

All rights reserved~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~06.09.15

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Ryhme Royal - a quatrain and a tercet about one topic

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