Laughter of the Rain

I'm hearing the laughter of the new Spring rain that we must shortly wash our cars again. And the moistening dirt is laughing too at the cold, wet mud getting splashed on you! Yes, and I believe that the thunder's clap is for the puddle soaking into your lap. And I hear the giggling of the gathered drops since we can't wear sandals or our new flip flops. And the grass, leaves and twigs choking up every drain chuckle at their mother's latest refrain. Listen to their snickers when eveything gets wet. They hope to spoil Mother's hair; for it is freshly set. Oh, Mother Nature's clan can sure be mean while they are painting our world a fresh and new spring green. But they say they're sorry, or did you not know- when they present to us later a freshly tied rainbow.