After the storm stops

The lizards and frogs are singing their song
That follow the storms, so bold and so long
The squirrels, they romp, in the light that wanes
Grateful to gather some nuts and some grains..

The droplets of water continue to fall
As cicadas sound their interesting call
Fireflies are scurrying and brightening the eve
Tiny little creatures that won't ever deceive

Showers are slowing to a pitter patter flow
Soothing and sounding like a healing: you know
Soaking the places where energies are found
Rain is God's goodness that's sprinkled around...