Rain, Rain, Where Art Thou...

I hear leaves drinking rain;
I hear rich leaves on top
Giving the poor beneath
Drop after drop;
'Tis a sweet noise to hear
These green leaves drinking near.

And when the Sun comes out,
After the Rain shall stop,
A wondrous Light will fill
Each dark, round drop;
I hope the Sun shines bright;
'Twill be a lovely sight.

~ William Henry Davies

I miss the rain, the thunderstorm, even the lightning. Where are you rain?? It's so hot, hot, hot these past few weeks! My plant is dying...