Rain

A summer storm poem.

Mysterious and unpredictable, 
You are drenched in the sea.

Calm yet powerful,
You destroy all I see.

Rushing and gushing forth,
You make the earth start anew.

Clear and fresh scented,
You create life, not just doom.

Never do you come and stay,
You always start then run away.

The creator and the reaper,
You have many names.

But to me, you will remain forever,
You will always just be rain.