The rain was always one to seek attention.
Throwing a tantrum on the roof of houses.
Making its presence known,
it begs the wind for back up.
“Let them know I’m here, let them know I am watering their lands.”
The wind goes one by one to houses ; whispering,
“He is here…throw your praises at him.”
One by one, the people of the land rejoice,
throwing their praises at the rain.
The rain felt at content.
“I have always sought attention…” he whispered to himself.