Rains divine

Rains divine
The rain-drops
Are captured
Live,
By the
Outstretched
Tiny hands,
Jutting out of the,
Barred windows,
On the sixth floor,
In the parched city;
The first rains
Caught carefully,
In the
Slightly curved
Little palms;
The glistening drops,
Cascading down,
Ceaselessly
In fast torrents,
From the dusky skies;
Each glittering diamond
In the tender hands,
Followed by
A squealing laughter
That rolls down in
An empty home,
The heavenly drops,
Then breaking down
Into a running stream,
That finally flows non-stop
To merges with the
Thirsty grounds below;
This great instant,
Connecting
The Innocence
With God
Via the rains divine,
Pouring down on both
The rich and the poor
Without any discrimination.