Winter rain

Cold winter rain
Falls gently on the place beneath
Sating the parched ground
Tanned blades of grass
Strain to catch a drop on their golden tongues
Trees awaken
Pulling their limp branches to themselves
Flowers smile
Blossoming in pristine glory
The very earth reaches out
Cupping itself
To get its share of nectar
And what do we do?
Take out our umbrellas and goloshes
Grumble about the dankness
And go on with life as usual